<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/d/d2/Amelie.jpg/424px-Amelie.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name: </strong>Amelie<br/><strong>Date/Time: </strong>September 12 (12:00 PM)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Campus, Lunch Hall Approach<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Michael, Open<br/><hr/><br/>A keening whine slips from Amelie as she shifts her hips against Michael's, the tight folds of her sex clenching around the shaft filling her so. A muffled squeal and her lips pressing tight against his neck is her only reply to the shifting of the vines playing with her breasts, the squishy mounds jiggling and rippling as the vines slide and squeeze along the plush orbs.<br/><br/>Her arms tighten around his neck as he draws back, the flushed mound of her sex reluctent to let his shaft slip out of her churning grip. The thrust upwards sinking his cock back into the tight folds has her back arching, a loud squeal tearing from her as her breasts bounce in the air near his face and her hair dances around her shaking head. The thrusts bounce her up in the air over and over, breasts dancing within their tentacle confines while her stomach trembles each time her folds clamp down around the thick shaft impaling her.<br/><br/>Her lips part with a squeak as Michael's finger wiggles against her ass, the pale cheeks clenching tight around the finger that smears sap against the entrance to her rear. Her hands settle on his shoulder as she rocks and bounces, whines and whimpers filling the air. Her ass clenches tight around his finger as it sinks in, the trembling lips of her sex clenching tightly around his shaft as her bouncing and his thrusts slide her up and down both cock and finger.<br/><br/>Bouncing and thrashing as Michael thrusts up into her tight sex she leans forward and stares at him with glazed eyes. "Not... gonna... lose!" Rolling forwards, breasts squishing against his chest she begins kissing and licking at his throat and neck. Her hands slide and stroke across his shoulders and neck as she bounces and rocks against him, soft form sliding and squishing up and down while her slick folds clench and tremble. Her legs tighten best as they can around his hips, a loud slapping sound filling the air each time her hips drive down to meet his thrusts. The finger wiggling in her rear slowly finds her ass relaxing, her bouncing driving her along the length of the wiggling digit.