<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>Teeny triangle bikini, see thru cover up, crown of flowers<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rachel, Baby, Open<br/><br/>A warm sea breeze swept out weightless fairy chiffon, adding her jasmine perfume and chimes of her tiny beads to the zephyr teasing down the boardwalk. A single night of free love behind her and she'd gone full hippie, her golden hair wild, a wreath of island flowers, an anklet crafted for her by the sort of soft-hearted young woman who made her almost regret her needs. Almost. But it wasn't wishes of freedom for all dancing through her waking mind as she surveyed the young bodies on the beach, too young to drink, maybe, too young to be suffering hangovers. Was it so wrong to be thinking the exact opposite, wanting to tangle her fingers in a wild and free creature's hair and...<br/><br/>A little treat was being offered to her. She accepted it with a smile, and as soon as she'd taken it her fingers were dusted with powdered sugar. Sticky, in the viscous way that was a pleasure to clean up. It was so warm and fresh a doughnut hole that it'd be a sin to let it cool. Powdered sugar crumbled everywhere with the first bite, and she hadn't expected it to be so very gooey. Her cupped fingers caught a drip-drip-drip as she applied her whole attention to finishing it off and contain her mess. She'd had unwholesome desserts before, rich, fatty, decadent. This was on another level. Cum. A stranger had just spent a load in her mouth.<br/><br/>Innocenza wasn't the only curious soul stepping into the Glaze. It seemed like a trendy place, with an identity all its own- someone's dream. She was kissing the drips from her fingers when she spied the girl with the pink-streaked hair in uniform. No, surely she wasn't the one, not that little mouse of a thing. it had to be someone else, or a joint effort. A joint effort- the idea made her tingle.<br/><br/>The glass case drew her in. "Those dough balls are something special. What else do you have?" An eclair criss-crossed with cream wowed her, and she requested it with a tap of nails on glass. All she could see in the patterns of the glaze were the messy eruptions. Two chefs, maybe, working side by side to douse her dessert in bukkake. Her mouth watered. A moment's hesitation, and she tapped for a slice of creamy peach pie, too. "It's all good for me, no? I've heard it's good for the skin, at least, but maybe that's just a rumor. How would you recommend a girl burn off these calories?"