<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.msg8018912#msg8018912">Quote from: Stella Maris on 08-04-2013, 03:00:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Sandra found herself enjoying the way it felt to kiss the other woman, surprised that there really was a difference in the way her mouth had felt than any of the guys she'd kissed before. She resolved to experiment more and figure out if it was because she was female or if it was because she was Kenza. But for now, that involved taking more samples.<br/><br/>She frowned at the interruption as she pulled her shirt up over her head, her hand pulling away from her breast, so similar to her own and yet so tantalizingly different. She used her other hand to yank the striped fabric off the last few inches, tossing it out of the way before returning the favor, wondering idly if the other lady was wearing anything below that cute chemise of hers. <strong>"Fair is fair, right?"</strong> she said with a sly grin.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Mighty helpful there, Kenza, thanks," Carter chuckled, giving her a sharp, friendly nip before turning his attention back to the tits he'd been enjoying, suckling at Sandra's erect nipples, but keeping his teeth to himself. It might be his fetish, but he wanted to make sure he didn't disrupt the rising energy by pushing the wrong buttons. So he kept his mouth gentle, once again sliding his hands over her ass, tugging her ever closer, enjoying her heat against his cock, trapped behind the thick cotton of his kilt.