<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/19/Ashley_Bishop.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Ashley Bishop (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10519148#msg10519148)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Dungeon Club - Playroom<br/><strong>When: </strong>Sat Aug 2nd - 11PM-ish<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Only her collar.<br/><hr/><br/>Ashley was one of those seemingly rare girls who loved giving head. She was good at it and skilled enough to take a man into her throat to the base and only gagging now and then. Some guys wanted to make her gag and she could when she knew it would please them to humiliate her that way, This was what she enjoyed, though, being a 'Good girl' for this man. Feeling her nose pressed to him and hearing his moaning and heavy breathing as she swallowed his cock.<br/><br/>He took advantage of her skill for a moment, fucking her face while rewarding her with praise and higher vibrations. She could utter gasping sounds and the lewd wet, short grunts of a girl who enjoyed her job. When he pulled from her, she felt the dribble of saliva that came with his cock. She could imagine him standing proud and glistening wetly from her mouth and throat. Ashley panted softly then yelped when his cock slapped her once then twice, leaving warm, wet imprints on her cheeks. Then he was gone and there was silence but for her soft panting and the hum of the egg inside of her.<br/><br/>Ashley squirmed on the bench, unsure if he had left her to stew or was merely watching. She did not attempt to rise and could only whine softly in need, the egg intense but not quite enough to get her off. With a gasp she felt him, he was behind her again and as he pulled the egg from her hungry pussy, she arched her back, begging with her body for the moment as he pressed the vibrating toy against her before sliding it to her back opening. Ashley moaned wantonly and quivered as he pressed it firmly until the egg slipped fully into her ass. She let out a long shuddering groan of lust and quickly returned to squirming in need, presenting for him again. "Please Sir." She whispered. "Please." The tone was almost whiny in her increasing desperation.