<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3c/Ririfinal1_by_vactuart-d9pkdvm.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Lakresha Price<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>OS843-0710<br/><strong>Age/Year: </strong>19/Freshman<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Occult Historian<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Library after midnight<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Library group, Olivia, Angel<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black charmeuse slip, black bridal robe, black kitty slippers<br/><hr/><br/>Positive results? "Yes. A fog's been cleared from my mind." Lashes fluttered, lips agape, it felt like Angel was guiding her down into a course of action she'd already set for herself. Just once, she glanced back over her shoulder, but her head bowed to let it happen. "I can't take one more night without feeling your hood on my lips."<br/><br/>She nipped the cloth and tugged. Something compelled her to keep her hands flat on the library floor and to unburden Olivia of her intimates solely by the faded diva lipstick of the day before. Stranger yet, she needed to share with all Olivia's paramours, but most immediately with Angel. No help went amiss nibbling Olivia out of her bloomers, even if it was becoming awful crowded. "Mh." Fabric stole from skin with dozens of little kisses, until her whole back could sip between woman and garment, and right at the peak, she licked the way she'd learned how to masturbate, in a tight strumming fan, frantic with the bottled frustration of a house shared by nosy sisters, not at all shy with the pressure in a way that would shock her coming from any stranger.<br/><br/>Something about roaming her wet lips, full as her mother's and limber from radio enunciation, satisfied this deep need. The sounds she'd already uttered could not be taken back, and the sight of her down on all fours would be something Ms. Price could not live down. Her panting, heavy-eyed hunger most especially could not be hidden from Angel, among the closest of her new friends. Did she want a taste, too? Lakresha made room for her, cheek to cheek.<br/><br/>It couldn't be said that Olivia was not her type, either. The fascinating people she professed to dig were just years of compromise and distillation from the sharp mathematical minds she'd tottered after in school. Now she was supposed to be much too cool for a nerd who wore the periodic table to bed, only she wasn't. This was her first, best twat, and she was glad it could be with Olivia.