<span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2967987#msg2967987">Quote from: Elven Sex Goddess on 24-04-2010, 11:00:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br/><br/>"Yes."   She would reply with a quiver in the tone of her voice.  As your fingers teased over her vulva.  The sensation exhilarating that runs through her.   Her head would drop, as her gaze falls upon the floor.   Her legs slightly slide out, in splayed pose and posture.    While her eyes have return to the normal dark brown hue.  The blackness retreating.   <br/><br/>While your finger tips now glisten with her heat, the lust that claims her.   The tattos still seem to swirl,  when looked upon.     <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Azrael threw his head back gently for a moment, to send his dreadlocks back over his shoulder. Lightly the tip of his middle finger made its way towards her entrance and started to dab lightly without entering her body.<strong>"Ah I see. How badly do you want it?"</strong>It was always a thrill for him to assume power in situations like these, and Azrael was definitely a dominant. His lips curled up into a toothy grin before suddenly his finger was shoved a couple inches into her glistening sex. Eye contact hadn't been broken as he still looked into hers.