<div class="floatleft">(https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bo6zLiBi6c4/V1ZOfMs42iI/AAAAAAAARYU/IkpD7MlefNQR8B8K6UN4N2pw5rrgJkQ9gCLcB/s1600/hunter-king-serena-18.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cheyenne Bailey<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Late afternoon<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>Ripe for the pickin'.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black summer dress<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Virgil<br/><br/><br/>“Oh really!  Is that so-o-o-o…”, she retorted a bit sarcastically, her voice shaky as he pulled her closer and began to trail hot kisses along her sensitive flesh.  The whisper of his breath over her skin made her shudder uncontrollably and her knees grow weak.  Her body gently swayed into his as she reached for his upper arms to steady herself.  She groaned softly.<br/><br/>“Mmmmm”, she hummed against his shoulder, his teasing words and caressing kisses making her hotter by the second. “You’ve got me all figured out, don’t you”, she answered breathlessly, her eyes shooting up to his when one hand reached  in to softly cup her breast, the other sliding down between her legs.  Just that one little touch brought her to panting, her chest rising and falling rapidly.  She buried her face against his throat, her hungry lips grazing the hollow of his neck, her tongue giving little wet licks to his  warm, salty flesh.<br/><br/><em>Oh God</em>, she thought to herself,<em>how could anyone resist this? Make her feel like this? Make her feel more like a woman than anything else in her life ever had? </em><br/><br/>“Please Virgil!”<br/><br/>It wasn’t a plea for him to stop.  No. She was begging him to give her a night of ecstasy like she had never known.<br/>