<div class="floatright">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Carterkilt_zpsfb43cb43.jpg)</div>Name: Carter<br/>With: Sandra and Kenza<br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169408.msg8025575#msg8025575">Quote from: Stella Maris on 09-04-2013, 04:09:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">After a few moments, Sandra settled into a solid rhythm, doing her best to gauge Carter's reactions while keeping in mind that the night's fun was about giving the big guy some release and a good night's rest. <br/><br/>She frowned slightly, then smiled. Shifting her balanced, she reached forward and dragged her nails lightly down Carter's sides, watching carefully to make sure it wasn't too ticklish or too sharp. She had no interest in breaking his mood, but knew she'd have to do more than just ride him into the sunset.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The nails scratching at Carter's ribs were a brief distraction, but served to make him grunt and focus on something more than the woman on his face. He forgot to easily that he had to stay mentally engaged with his slow arousal or it would never burn out of control. Shifting an arm, he blindly reached down so he could rasp his own nails over Sandra's thigh to encourage her on, concentrating on that tickly, slow heat in his balls. If he stayed mentally with that and his over-stimulating day, he was pretty sure he might be able to finish up in record time.<br/><br/>For him anyway...