<div class="floatleft">(https://saucemonsters.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/Phoebe-Tonkin-20.gif)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Corinne Bailey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339010.msg16079073#msg16079073)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>18th August, 2022 | 9 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Quidditch Trillenium Stadium | VIP booth bathroom<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Same as picture with these heels (https://www.brides.com/thmb/mEps6ds3g9kkyolTWCxMPuHi7HM=/3650x3650/filters:fill(auto,1)/CM-001-b1cf232f372b4c59a92c0a60847285c3.jpg)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Making moves in the VIP booth bathroom<br/><strong>Mood Music:</strong>Rush - Aly & AJ (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLKiKJ8FYoA)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Devon MacMichaels (Swashbuckler)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>If Corinne would have had the benefit of hindsight in her current situation, she might have realized that her moves were made a bit hastily, which flung Devon straight into the passion pit without so much as a warning. Of course, he was just as much a willing participant as she was in the matter. With lust clouding their judgment, the two went from making out on the sink, to fucking over it.<br/><br/>Devon responded with an audible groan that seemed to make Corinne’s hearing turn to static for a moment, as the tremors of pleasure coursed through her. He bent his head to meet her gaze, which was every bit as seductive as her own – surprisingly – before tugging her bottoms open and pulling her off the sink.<br/><br/>Corinne’s body was easily influenced by Devon’s guidance. She landed on her soles and was spun around quickly, which made her head spin for a moment. She gasped when he pulled her knickers down with her pants and left them at her knees, so that she was mostly trapped in place. She gulped as she looked at her own reflection, and that of Devon’s, looming behind her.<br/><br/>He guided his swollen cock-head between her plush lips and thrust deep inside of her. Corinne was forced to watch her own expression in the mirror as she gasped profoundly, her eyes rolling backward immediately, and her body buckling enough that her arms gave way from holding her up. They were bent and just holding her up enough so that she could still watch their reflections.<br/><br/>“Aaah!” She cried out loudly as Devon’s surging cock split apart her soaking wet petals and forced them to part to make room for his long, fat cock. He barely gave her body time to adjust to his rock hard size before he started thrusting from behind. “Oh, fuck! Fuck, Devon!” She cried out, again, feeling her ass cheeks clapping against his waist at the quick rhythm he was setting up.<br/><br/>“Don’t cum yet! Don’t!” She demanded, her nails clawing into the smooth, flat counter. “Keep fucking me… but don’t cum until I say to,” she ordered, already panting between her words as she felt her own pleasure coursing through her and only continuing to climb from there. There was an unrelenting need that he exhibited for her in that moment, and it was everything Corinne was hoping for.