<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/03/Innocenza1mug.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Innocenza Immacolata Bianca Castellesi<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Tourist<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cafe<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Silk top, bell skirt, summer heels, Saffiano handbag<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Yin, Lynn, Ren<br/><br/>Let the whole cafe see her exertion as she turned with the two women, panting and grabbing for leverage- Ms. Castellesi did not care. Let the other diners see how real and raw this was as her lovely honey-blonde hair spilled across Yin's back and her fingers dug like talons in the waitress' shoulders, controlling the angle of her curvy body. She wanted that ass up, and that meant pressing the full softness of Yin's breasts down into Ren. She didn't think the other woman would mind.<br/><br/>"Mm, love, now we can do some damage." Toned thighs artfully navigated Yin's rubbing legs and Ren's too, a hopeless tangle, until she was braced. So much more freedom to thrust, now. The dig of her digits demanded Yin keep her ass raised, and she put the round wrecking ball of her hips into sending ripples through their server's backside. Her center of gravity was not like Lynn's. It was lower, perfectly centered behind her triplets, the effortless swing of a hip check flattening Yin's seat in a quickening rhythm. Her hands grasped lower for tighter control, pinching little love bruises into the skin. "Hn. Hn." Silky tresses of her hair tickled up the spine, teasing without relief. "You're being good to Lynn, aren't you? She's been such a good sport." She? He? It didn't matter at that moment in time. A hole's a hole.<br/><br/>And her third triplet was demanding a hole to fill. Innocenza's rhythm paused on the anticipatory tingle of the draw back, and her hands bunched the two cocks together. She was soaking wet, Ms. Castellesi, and that meant her cock was already slick and dripping. A second fat, flared strawberry head pushed at Yin's back door. Innocenza was in control now. She bit instinctively at the nape of Yin's neck as she pushed with all the control Yin and Ren had given her. "hmmmmmMM<strong>MF!</strong>" She brought the animal brutality back into fucking, even as she was kissing her way around Yin's ear, loving the feel of the woman in her hands. The two cocks forked apart in Yin's asshole, each plotting a different thrust, a distinct sensation. Like this, she might finally cum.<br/><br/>Her mouth was very soft and receptive once it was flush to Yin's cheek. Between pants, she lapped at Lynn's vanishing cock, added the purse of her lips to the sensation he was thrusting through. If he was going to get the short end of the stick, he could at least have her mouth, too.