<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84310.msg3776871#msg3776871">Quote from: Dark Clown on 15-10-2010, 13:46:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Her moans only emboldened him further, spurring his lust and the desire he had to please her.  His jester mask discarded, laying beneath the table next to him, allowed him better access to the moist nectar of the woman's core, his tongue coated with the flavor of her sensuality.  His hands rose from beneath the table, his fingers eagerly massaging her breasts while his lips carressed her opening.<br/><br/>His own body matched her lust, her excitement, his erection standing defiant, as if waiting it's turn for attention.  The clown moaned as he tasted her, but also at the thought of those ruby red lips tasting him, of the warmth of her mouth along his hard shaft.  He wanted to pull her beneath the table, abscond with her like some penny dreadful monster, to ravage and call his own until the fires of his passion had cooled.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>So close to release, she was tempted to press into his mouth and find rapture, but it would be empty if found alone. He had not so much as touched her before and the thought of what he was doing demanded recompense. Hands that had been pulling him in toward her suddenly pushed away. Her hips tilted, dropping her off the lip of her chair to sink beneath the table. Limber thighs spread to each side of his, her groan deep, guttural as his erection slid between her smooth petals. Down she dropped until his crown rested against her belly, his sacks touching her heat.<br/><br/>How easy it would have been to impale herself, but she wanted more before he breached her vestibule. Her mouth, just a breath away from his own, hovered before her tongue laved across his lower lip. The sweet saltine of her essence fresh on his skin was intoxicating. Deft fingers worked at the fastening of his costume, while her lips pressed in, sensually skimming his jaw to rest against his ear. Hands splayed against the exposed flesh of his chest, "Turn about is fair play." She pressed against his sturdy frame, "I will have my taste of you as well."