<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2348131#msg2348131">Quote from: Chloe Milev on 17-10-2009, 02:39:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Kolette</strong>, The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Alfreic Slate, Bella]<br/>...<br/><br/>Not to be out-done (and unable to contain herself in anticipation), Kolette's hands wandered behind herself to stroke and grasp Antoine's groin.  Her deft fingers undid a button or two, bypassing layers of cloth to arrive at his bare flesh as well, intent on giving as good as she got.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2412/antoinettelafluer.jpg)</div><strong>Antoine LaFleur,</strong>The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Alfreic Slate, Bella]<br/><br/>"I don't know what it is she wants," he gasped, her hand encircling his smooth, powdered cock, "but I know what I want right now." Antoine was breathing heavily in her ear as they rode. The two had made love countless times, and Kolette's fingers knew by memory and instinct just how to work him. Already he was seeping into her hand, sticky sap lubricating her fingers and causing the soft flesh of his sex to cling to her pretty skin. "You're such a whore, touching me like that, as you spread your legs for my fingers." He giggled into her ear. The sound was pretty and girlish, with just a hint of feral lust.<br/><br/>For his part, Antoine was just as adept at working Kolette's body. Beneath her luxurious skirts, his hand touched softer and more intimate velvet. His fingers splayed her pink lips, and the look of them, open and sticky wet, was burned into his memory. He shuddered, just thinking of how she must look, beneath her skirts. His long, middle finger slipped down her slit to find that delicious hole were he'd spent many an hour; tasting her...spreading her...using her body to satisfy his debauched whims. He fucked her for just a moment with that finger, but it was deep and probing, and he smiled as she made noises for him.<br/><br/>"Not so loud, my dear, or every man here might just demand a turn with you." His agile, middle finger, now sopping with her body's sweetness, traveled back up her pink folds to play at her swollen clit. Kolette was just as edgey as he was, the hard flesh pressing up into his finger, against his hand. She played with him as he played with her, and at times neither was aware of their horse, or their friends, or anything beyond the desperate urge to reach their next, blissful orgasm.