<div class="floatright">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/tul24.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Anna<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bed closest to the door.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Sid<br/><br/>A quiet, appreciative moan escaped her throat when Sid's lips brushed her neck and his finger played with her slit, through her panties.  She tilted her neck, exposing more flesh to his lips, when he kissed it.  A knowing smile touched her lips,<strong>"you're making me wet."</strong><br/><br/>Her hands slowly roamed across his chest before making their way south.  The palm of her hand firmly rubbed his stomach, mapped the contours and ridges of musculature along the way.  The feel of soft hair surrounded his navel.  Her fingertips brushed the band of his shorts, toyed at the hem, before they continued on, over the shorts, to trace and outline his growing size.<br/><br/><strong>"Mmm, more than a handful,"</strong>she whispered to him<br/><br/>After a moment more of exploring, Anna's hand was removed, found his hands upon the hem of her shirt, and, moving with an undeniable purpose, helped Sid peel her shirt over her generous bussom and then over her head.  Her torso exposed to the room air, she eagerly pressed against him, savoring the skin to skin contact, before returning her hand to where it was.  She touched him, outside of his shorts for only a moment, before her small hand slipped past the waistband of his shorts and within.  She lightly touched his shaft, warm and firm, before her grasp encircled his cock gently and she began to stroke his burning desire for her.<br/><br/><strong>"This is going to feel so good,"</strong>she predicted as her lips found his once more.