<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/cd/71/cf/cd71cf4c5d1d9828c58921831f9282f7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Erica Everett<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Guest, Stockholder<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>July 14th, 2018 | Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Astride the very hot Mr. King in his apartment<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Thigh highs, very unnecessary panties, and a skirt that's more belt than anything else<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Aaron<strong>Mentioned:</strong>None<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>There Be Sex Here<hr/><br/>Her mouth broke from his on another pleased moan.  The feel of his fingers digging lightly into her hips made her shudder, but it wasn't in Erica to simply follow the urging of those clever hands, not yet and rarely in this position at any rate.<br/><br/>Swollen lips curved into the faintest of smiles as one hand spread against his bare chest, nails pressing ever so slightly as she pushed herself up into a fully seated position keeping him there flat on the bed.  "You know I cum first right ..." And last, and several times in between.  "You can do whatever you'd like after, but first.." her hips began to move in earnest then, no mild rocking, but full long strokes which caused her breathing to accelerate each time she fell upon him fully.<br/><br/>Her other hand stayed where it had been, between her legs, one finger keeping those troublesome panties pushed to the side while two more slid down, tracing her opening, falling to either side of his cock and then pressing, pulling her body even tighter around him so that the delicious friction made her toes curl.  Good didn't even begin to cover how it felt, but stubbornly she held off, knowing that the longer she managed to hold off her orgasm the better it would be.  She might have made it longer had her palm not been grinding against her clit.  Each jolt against that sensitive spot made inner muscles clench around him and he could feel her thighs trembling slightly as she fought for control.<br/><br/>Some wars were meant to be lost.<br/><br/>A mere minute later he could see her back arch sharply, a short sharp cry breaking off as her teeth clamped against her lower lip.  So much better than food!