<div class="floatleft">(http://th06.deviantart.net/fs22/PRE/f/2008/026/d/e/Hear_her_band_around_the_world_by_tarnishedhalo.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Quinn Englehart<br/><strong>What:</strong>Quinn's Going Down on Natalie<br/><strong>When:</strong>Midday - Day 1<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Blue Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Natalie<hr/><br/>Tongues wrestling while hands grew more adventerous, the hand that had just been squeezing chest through the top, had now snaked up under and was groping and fondling. Breathlessly Quinn broke the kiss sucking on her tongue for a few more minutes, moaning appearing to squirm clearly aroused and hot. Then, even that ended, a groan of desire escaping her lips as her hand under the top uncupped the breast and starting sensaully caressing Natalie right nipple listening to delightful sounds the girl made.<br/><br/>As this happened she leant in and whispered in a moan, "What you see today girlie, is what I try and hide... this is not me... not me... anymore..." as she spoke her lips grazed over Natalie ear as she began to suck on the lobe, licking, the hand that had been stroking down her back now firmly massaging Natalie's cheeks, loving the erotic sounds drawn from each breath of need from the southern gal, continuing she spoke another moan erupting from her, "This is not me... I am not this  person... you intoxicate me... you drug me... I need to feel your twat against my own and hear your screams as we... nnnngh... mmmmm..." quivering she continued her voice more gasps than actual communication, "You ripped my mask from me, you ripped it and I want it back... but please touch me, kiss me... nnnnngh.... hhhhhhh... mmmmmm... need... need... Natalie tonight you see me laid bear, tonight you see me without my crafted disguise please make love to me.... mmmmmm... pleas---.... god....nnnnngh....hhhh....nnnnn..... nnneed...."<br/><br/>The loud slurping of Natalie's earlobe while the hand under her top work her right nipple in wonderous ways, all the sounds Quinn made seeming torture to the girl, but also aroused and needing, who was Quinn and why was she so scared to reveal herself, why was she wanting no one else to know, that was uncertain, but words jumbled and interspaced with gasps, sighs, elicitations of clearly torrid and desiring fashion, "Tell... telll ..... nnnnnngh.... nnnngmmmgh...... no one... and I am mmmmm nnnnnnghh...----MY CUNT IS SO WET..." a long pause, "And.... and.... nnnngh... and... I am yours..."<br/><br/>Natalie may hear crying, but the whimpering though clearly weeping still sounded aroused.