<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>Hawawa<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Silk top, bell skirt, summer heels, Saffiano handbag<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Noticing Kurumi, Luna, Lilly, Shizuka; Open<br/><br/>The firm backside only just covered by a flirty bell skirt was on display for all Hawawa's arrivals to see. Up on her toes, half-slipped from her heels, Innocenza was leaned over the front desk to monitor the receptionist putting in her information. As a teacher she never could let work go unsupervised, and this was probably a breach of security, but there was a phone to Innocenza's ear deep in her honey blonde hair, and she could not be told anything.<br/><br/>"Darling, it's Bianca checking in. I've arrived at the resort. Oh! The weather is marvelous."<br/>With a click of her bracelet on the lacquered counter she signed for her key, in lovely, sweeping penmanship that allowed for just one part of her full name: Bianca.<br/>"You are<em>incorrigible. </em>I've only just stepped in the door."<br/>Her ears perked at conversation coming in from beyond the soft murmur of her phone.<em>"You girls wouldn't mind if my boss and her big thick cock got in on this, would you? I promise I'll be a good girl and share with all of you!"</em><br/>She looked. Of course she looked. And there was a cock. Hello! The ladies gathered around it were certainly lovely too, but a scan of low, dark lashes from hip to hip found only one of them packing. Lucky girl.<br/>"You're kidding. Fresh? Maybe I'll ask for it. I am feeling a little peckish- you know I can't stand airline food."<br/><br/>Her key plucked free from the receptionist's fingers. "Grazie, sweetie." She tucked the card firm into the unbuttoned window to her cleavage, and with a concentrated push, it sank down until it vanished. It was going absolutely nowhere, now.<br/>"No, that was to the girl here. Mhm. A lot of tight bodies in bikinis and some gorgeous cocks."<br/>A click of heel as she stepped back to let her luggage be taken, and Innocenza wiggled her fingers hello at the soon to be pressed girls. Sapphire blue eye contact was made, but it was still her phone she was speaking into.<br/>"Promise I will. Tonight, after I've settled in. You too, darling. Mhm. Ciao!"<br/><br/>The phone tucked into a handbag equipped with all the necessities for a week of pleasure, not to ring again. No interruptions. A sweep back of her billowing hair to catch the eye, and she addressed those women who couldn't wait to slip out of their pants. "I'm going to find something to sink my teeth into." She nodded across the promenade to the shops, trusting that the restaurants were somewhere out there. "I'm told there's a cafe where the servers will cum in a glass right there at your table. You wouldn't happen to know the name of the place...?"