<div class="floatright">(https://latimesherocomplex.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/arthur21.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Prince Darren of the Blue Isle (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=282404.msg13912589#msg13912589)<br/><strong>Location</strong>Private Room<br/><strong>Time</strong>Day One, Evening<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>Nothing<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Anahita<br/><hr/>As Anahita enveloped him in her mouth, his body stiffened by reflex, then forced himself to relax.  His hands went to her breasts, squeezing and fondling, running his fingers over her nipples.  A soft smile warmed his face, and his eyes met hers, watching her work.<br/><br/>Part of him was curious to see just how far and how long she'd take it, but he knew better than to speak at this point.  The act of letting their bodies speak for them was too delightful.  If she started teasing too much, he could always nudge her to be a little more forthcoming.