<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>Silk top, bell skirt, summer heels, Saffiano handbag<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Yin, Lynn, Ren, Open<br/><br/>Innocenza's tongue was a soft satin ribbon, sensitive and with a refined palate. She let Ren invade and lead, teased the pushing tongue with butterfly licks and serene little ripples of twirls. Her tongue wanted to be courted, chased, dippled like a dancer and then clutched in close. Strawberry pink lips grasped for Ren's mouth, so slippery wet the effort was useless. Her hands helped, clutching everywhere from nape to pigtail roots. "Ah. Hnn. Ah." Satisfaction came slow. She didn't want Ren to escape her even to catch her breath, no matter how full breasts crushed and drenched in sweat.<br/><br/>Her hips trembled, lowered to let Ren lead the thrusting, and toned, now throbbing legs snaked around Yin's thighs so snug and tight. With a menacing insistence she spread Yin's legs with her own, to make her feel the full breadth of Ren's hips with each thrust down, leaving her no buffer at all for that burying thump. Her own cocks slipped back, but true to her promise she did not pull out of Yin. The fat, saddle-curved head nestled with her anal ring like a heavy plug, stationary even as Yin's body rolled around it. With just the tip of the head, she was feeling Ren's thrusts on the other side, like a whisper of silk across her clit.<br/><br/>When her head swam from Ren's kisses, Innocenza communicated in small pushes, needy groans that she wanted the whole Yin sandwich to turn. With a princess' sense of entitlement, Ms. Castellesi felt it was her turn to be the one on top, but she would absolutely not surrender Yin's ass to get there.