<div class="floatleft">(http://41.media.tumblr.com/c7cf7f788162cd4890e2b0ba975b1d3d/tumblr_msee3pteoA1srylwzo4_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Cassidy Coldwell<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Own Bedroom<br/><strong>Music: None<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black Corset and Red Skirt (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/53/dc/01/53dc011dff786149f16010caa5dc9681.jpg)<br/></strong><hr/><br/><br/><br/>Cassidy panted and churned her hips. Alfred was a fast learner, and she liked that. It would be too much of a chore if he was a slow learner. She pressed her sex down upon his face, and jerked her hips into the tongue that brought so much pleasure. Her clit swelled and peeked from its hood at the wonderful attention it was given.<br/><br/>"Mff. Yes. Good toy...Right there...Oh!" she was cried out, feeling that wonderful tongue lashing. She was getting close.<br/><br/>Her hand worked up and down his shaft, caressing the underside of the swollen tip that stuck out like a proud mushroom. She could smell the blood that coursed through his fuck stick, and it made her hungry. Her hand, warmed by the blood she had taken and the friction of her skin on his cock, stroked him up and down, working the muscles underneath the skin and coaxing him to produce his white hot seed.