<div class="floatleft">(https://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2014/04/14/article-2604025-1D18244300000578-741_634x913.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Corinne Bailey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339010.msg16079073#msg16079073)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>15/01/22 - 3:43 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Three Broomsticks<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><del>Same as picture with this coat (https://64.media.tumblr.com/7c94cffc9d75ffb507328f0c70642442/tumblr_q2e0svb3Vx1w61gczo1_1280.jpg) and these stiletto boots (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/39/46/d0/3946d03dbcc1df984ba854e5d7ef10cf.jpg)</del>White, laced panties<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Forget the tea!<br/><strong>Mood Music:</strong>Need To Know - Doja Cat (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dI3xkL7qUAc)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ibrahim Berkes (Heartsink)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>“That’s right. You’re stuck in here with me forever now. This has become our sex dungeon,” she cackled. Although it was an obvious joke, there was a part of Corinne that wouldn’t mind it actually being the case. That way, Ibrahim would never have to depart from her and they would never have to wonder when they would next get the chance to be together.<br/><br/>Corinne was kept on pins and needles as Ibrahim went through his meticulous way of undressing, keeping his clothing hung up or folded rather than discarded in a rush to get to the adult activities. It was a rather big thing they disagreed upon, in fact. Sometimes arguments would begin or at the very least some passive aggressive mutterings would start, due to Corinne’s impatience.<br/><br/>She tried to force herself to wait, reminiscing on the explosive kiss they had just shared as their tongues slid against one another in a tangled embrace. While he removed his shirt, she decided she couldn’t wait for him to undress her, and removed her bra entirely, with her fingers reaching behind her back and unfastening both ends, before the brazier fell down her arms and hit the floor.<br/><br/>Bending her legs one at a time, she unfastened the clasp on her boots and tugged them off, until they crashed to the floor with a loud thud, again not really caring about where or how they landed. How Ibrahim could shelf his passion in order to very carefully hang up his clothing was beyond her, honestly. Her hands next went to her skirt which she tugged down until it pooled around her ankles.<br/><br/>After kicking that garment away, she was left in nothing more than her white, lacy panties. Ibrahim was only wearing his pants and boxers, which was still two layers too many for how long she had to already wait. She stepped closer to him and yanked him by his pants, willing him to meet her in front of the bed. Her hands took a grip on his and guided them to her breasts so that he could grope her, while she tugged his pants open and pulled them down his legs.<br/><br/>Now, with his boxer briefs revealing the obscene bulge and outline of his cock, Corinne teased her boyfriend with her nails along his chest, raking them downward all while her mouth went to the package still hidden by undergarments. Her lips parted after planting a few kisses against his bulge, suckling against the fabric of his underwear and leaving heated wet spots behind.<br/><br/>“You don’t have to make me wait so long every single time, you know…” Corinne complained, flashing a look up at him as her head tilted, her cheek nudged against his sheathed member. She visibly pouted, letting her bottom lip jut out as her brows furrowed prominently together. “You know how much I hate waiting, yet you insist on making me wait, time and time again.” She tutted, her tongue clicking against the roof of her mouth as if in disapproval.