<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UAvg75Q.jpg?1)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Holly Outerbridge</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14272398#msg14272398)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Private Room Below Library<br/><strong>Time:</strong> The party is going<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> low cut, backless navy minidress (https://i.imgur.com/P5WI2HF.jpg), plus this golden mask (https://www.dhresource.com/0x0s/f2-albu-g5-M00-B2-C5-rBVaI1gtitqAMDWUAAKVIkk4UoI718.jpg/butterfly-mask-men-women-metal-laser-cut.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corwin<br/><strong>Notes:</strong> Not Dancing<br/></span><hr/><br/>Her grin deepened as he did his thing, happily letting her hands fall to the side as he shifted his tongue for fingers and put his tongue to flicking at her button. Damn, Ms Romero had been right, her parties were the best! Where else could a girl go and within a half hour meet some CEO/Rock Star/Prince/whatever and have his face between her legs? Not to mention he was actually holding up to his earlier swagger about what he would do to her! Sure, she was a sensual creature and she didn't hold back when she felt good, but that didn't meant he wasn't the source of it all!<br/><br/>"Yes yes yes yesssssssssssssssssssss!" She let out a long, satisfied moan that turned into a more rapid machine-gun "yes yes yes yes yes!" as he pushed her further and soon enough she wasn't so much worried about if she was making words or just noises and soon after that she wasn't so much worried about what volume she was making them at. Thankfully there was a loud party upstairs and a thick door and a floor between them and anyone else. Not that she'd care at all until long after she got hers. Which was imminent.<br/><br/>She pushed her hands up against the couch, arching her elbows as she lifted her hips higher, practically bridging herself into his mouth out of over-stimulated need to move, her thighs getting closer and closer around his head as her ankles locked behind him and she was soon delivering those exact screams he'd promised her she'd make.<br/><br/>With her screams came a new wave of moisture and a toe curling joy that permeated her body so much that she forgot herself, her thighs moving in rapidly about his head and holding him tightly there. Don't move. Don't you dare stop. They said as she rode his face as long as she pleased, only letting go of him when a small part of her consciousness resurfaced and she realized she'd been holding the poor man there for probably too long!<br/><br/>Her "Oh gods" of joy turned into a few "Oh gods" of apology as she leaned in and patted at his face, "Sorry, I...sorry." She said, still glowing and panting from what he'd done to her. "Are you, are you okay?"