<div class="floatleft">(http://i.telegraph.co.uk/multimedia/archive/01837/HENDRICKS-WESTWOOD_1837976a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Heather<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Living Room<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Zuko, Tomas<br/><br/>Heather was hardly able to respond to what her son was doing -just as he intended - but she was still, just, able to hear him through her own building pleasure, and her grip on Zuko's hair tightened, holding him exactly where she wanted him between her thighs.<br/>Like Tomas she could get quite ... eager about things, and it seemed that she had started to get into this. While her free hand continued to maul her breast, she pushed herself up from her seat, not quite standing as she pushed her hips roughly against Zuko's face. She was starting to peak by this point and was all but fucking the butler's face now.<br/>Soon, though, she reached her first climax of the day and let go, leaving Zuko with a rather damp face.