<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/7ba109f4c09ac432fe87205c7170c9bd/tumblr_oimlgnLID91tcswdvo1_1280.png)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Sophia Thomson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293586.msg14406317#msg14406317)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>21:35, Sunday, June 1st<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Sophia's bathroom<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Oh, god!<br/><strong>Content Rating:</strong>XXX<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mick<br/><hr/><br/>As they kissed, Mick could feel Sophia's lips tremble against his, her desperate whimpers escaping her mouth and flooding into his. Her tongue slipped forward to welcome him, amidst his wildly bucking hips and the force of his throbbing cock inside her, she couldn't keep up. It was as if Mick could read her mind; he knew exactly how to thrust, the perfect angle at which to slide inside her, how far to push her. Fuck, it was incredible! If he continued on this way, if he kept grinding his pelvis against her clit like that..<br/><br/>Breaking from the kiss, she arched her head back, her legs tightening around his waist. "Shhhit! Yes! Just like that.." A stream of moans tumbled from her lips and every move he made spurred her on. If she didn't feel that familiar, intense ache between her thighs, she wouldn't have believed it. In record time, Mick was about to make her come again. He'd feel it, too, in the way she tightened more and more around his cock with each thrust. The way he whispered in her ear, his voice thick with need, low and rumbling, was only helping his cause.<br/><br/>"Yes!" she gasped, her hips and thighs beginning to spasm as her hands sought refuge amongst his neck and shoulders, fingernails scraping his flesh in her despair. "I need to feel you cum inside me. I want every last fucking drop.. Oh, fuck, Mick! You're gunna make me cum!!"<br/><br/>Just as he slammed his hand against the wall beside her head, Sophia felt herself unravel. Her back arched away from the shower wall with a surprising force, her face tuning into Mick's neck with her eyes squeezed shut. Her breath assuaged his skin in sharp, hot gusts, her skin was aflame against his and, oh, how she writhed. Mick was giving her everything.<br/><br/>At last, when she started to make the climb back down, Sophia was breathless. Both invigorated and exhausted in the same instance--though surely not as exhausted as he was--the blonde began to shower his neck, jaw, and shoulders with kissed, her tongue occasionally sliding against him to taste the salt in his skin. Her grip on him loosened slightly, and when at last he lowered her to the ground, she leaned into him and held him tightly against her, not ready to be apart from him just yet.<br/>