<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/Jaymask.jpg)<br/><div class="spoiler_container" style="display: block;"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" style="display: block;">image NSFW</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.nuevatelevision.es/images/galerias/Lucia_Javorcekova/34.jpg)</div></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>J, #2202</em></span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong>On the bed<br/><strong>When: </strong>Thursday, Evening<br/><strong>Who: </strong>Harlequin, Duchesse<br/><strong>Status: </strong>Closed<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">J appreciated the build up that he appeared to put into the act even though there had been no build up to the act. J leaned back and enjoyed. The touch of a tongue was like no other. It was followed closely by the touch of the head of a cock in its softness, but there was more to it. The way it moved, it teased and touched… There was simply no way to describe how deeply delightful it felt.<br/><br/>As he changed his touch, she gasped and arched her back, letting her head and hair fall back. She felt it then, the slow intrusion slowly pushing itself inside of her. There was more than enough fluids there to ease the slow thrust into her warm folds. At first, she gave little indication whether she enjoyed the feeling of his finger's back and forth, though she most definitely did. The only hint was a slight curl of her hips as if she meant to guide the tip of his fingers right where he intended for them to go.<br/><br/>As as soon as his finger hit the spot, she let him know in no uncertain way. The arch of her back became more prominent, her moan was a sudden and loud "Ohhh fuck."  She knew that she was coming undone and hopefully, it would be the first of many. Her breath came in in short hiss between her teeth and out in soft moans. Her legs stiffened and quivered slightly on each side of his head. It was as if someone had turned the volume of a stereo from two to nine with the flick of a wrist. She went from slow climbing to right on the edge and tethered there for a few seconds before she tipped into the blissful ecstasy and abandoned herself to it completely. <br/><br/>There was nothing forced, nothing done consciously in her body language. Everything J did, right at this moment, all the moans, the tremors, the toes curling and the clenching of her fists. And as it ebbed into something less intense, J caught herself wishing that he would have no reason to stop. That reason -not- to stop came with a door opening and closing.<br/><br/></div>