<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mo2ahZeOfSc/VrjTjANA_3I/AAAAAAAAyOw/YaMFW9WDKjM/s1600-r/12688187_1059428557411333_305073398904424773_n.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Name:</strong> Piotr Rasputin | Colossus<br/><strong>Location:</strong> First floor of the Mansion<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, 08:00<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Pure Passion</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">  The legs around his waist were a welcome sensation, but completely unnecessary. There was nothing anywhere right now that could make Piotr remove himself and stop fucking Kitty Pryde. Nothing. Every thrust threatened to send him to the moon; she was tight and smooth as velvet, and so many other things he couldn't put enough brain power into focusing on at the moment. All he knew was, she felt <em>perfect</em>. <br/><br/>Each moan was music to his ears, and a rallying drum that told him she wanted nothing more than for him to give her more of the same. She was practically begging for it, and he felt compelled to show her the time of her life now that he finally had her here with him. In contrast, each pump and thrust was accompanied on his end by a grunt, or a deep exhale. <br/><br/>He was focused on performing and making sure Kitty had the orgasm he wanted to give her. "Mmmmmm, Katya. Tell me you want it." He never stopped, just kept tirelessly stroking away until she gasped in his ear how close she was. It pushed him over the edge, and after pulling nearly all the way out, he slammed back inside. He fucked her hard and fast now, knowing she was moments away from a world shattering orgasm. And he would be the one to give it to her. <br/><br/></span><br/>