<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 5:30 AM</strong></span><br/><em>Eric's Bedroom/Office</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/90/a4/38/90a438ed5013946c9ecb18d0c4f3da80.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>WHO:</strong> Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Nothing<br/><strong>DOING:</strong> Giving Eric a Good Time<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong> --<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Eric | CLOSED</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Eric’s lips were on hers again; short but sweet. And his whispers. They were passionate, only for <em>her</em> and no one else. “I love you, too,” Marley whispered back, heaving and covered in sweat as she continued to gyrate her hips on his lap. His light slap made her ass cheeks shiver, and vibrate around him. “Fuck, Er<em>ic</em>,” she pronounced his name as two, <em>long</em> drawn out syllables as his shadows were suddenly moving again. <em>Had they ever stopped moving?</em> They swirled around her so delicately, rubbing her clit and lapping at her swollen breasts. <br/><br/>All the while she could feel him pulsing inside of her. Eric’s thrusts, her grinding, his hard, thick cock. <em>Slap, slap, slap.</em> He looked back at her. There was something unsaid. As if they were having a conversation without speaking. Marley breathed rapidly, gasping for air in between his darkness. He whispered her name in desperate heat and she bit her bottom lip in anticipation.<br/><br/>There were other ways to claim her, but nothing was quite like Eric’s literal white washing of her womb. Even with his shadows, she could still feel the <em>pressure</em>, the force, the vibrations, the depth, the wet of his release. “Uhhhhh,” Marley groaned softly at the sensation of his cum. “Fuck, that’s what I want, Eric.” His arms held her firmly on his thick shaft, ensuring she rode  every second of his climax, whether she wanted to or not. She even felt the last few drops of his cum, and the final throes of his powerful orgasm. She hoped it was only his first one.<br/><br/>For a moment, she just sat in his lap, catching her breath, letting her own powers do the trick and heal her tired form. She had so many breathtaking orgasms already. But Eric had pleaded to her. She wouldn’t leave him; she just wanted to make him <em>happy</em>. “Oh, you’ll definitely feel me cum some more,” Marley suddenly stated huskily, pressing against his strong arms, lifting her round ass from his lap. Her asscheek’s were wet from a mixture of sweat and their respective cum. “Mmmm,” there was a small <em>slick</em>, whooshing noise as his cum stained cock fell from her pussy. She twisted more in his arms, using most of her newfound strength to sit sideways, facing him. He was a little weaker, due to his orgasm, and she used his expended state to her advantage. She kissed him, <em>softly</em>. She kissed him again, a little harder. Then she leaned down towards his bed, pulling him with her, as she was still wrapped in his arms.<br/><br/>As they fell into the bed sheets, her legs entangled with his, kissing him <em>again</em>. Her lips met his, harder still. Another forceful kiss, then another. She opened her blue eyes and looked at him for one long, tender moment. She blinked, then she pulled away from him. But she didn’t go far, just enough to lay on her back. She pulled her knees up to her chest, but then spread her legs wide, knowing his girth well. “Get on top, Eric,” Marley commanded, turning her head to look at him. Her powers had done their job. She was ready to go again, and she wanted him all over her.<br/></span>