<div class="floatleft">(http://s15.postimg.org/z2ifrynfv/Tomas.png)</div>Name: Tomas<br/>Location: Living Room<br/>Tag: Heather, Zuko<br/>Tomas watched on, his gaze filled with smoldering lust, waiting as his mothers pleasure grew. Slowly a flush crept up her chest, and neck, before a sheen of perspiration appeared on her. He grinned inwardly as she ran her fingers through Zuko's hair before grabbing up two tufts in her tight fists, and drawing him deeper.<br/><br/>Tomas was never sure if his mother pulled her top open, or if it had popped on it's own, but the sight of her kneading away at the flesh of her breast, as small whimpers, and moans slipped past her lips, had him as hard as stone. He waited until she was just beginning her march up to the precipice of climax before speaking "Zuko, I think my mother needs something more," Tomas' voice was soft but also utterly commanding in that moment, "go fetch one of those candles the decorators love so much, one of the larger ones. I think that will fulfill her needs quite nicely."