<div class="floatleft">(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: edwardian;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2.65em;">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br/><em>W/ Ms. Ashley; HP 18 (Current 10)</em><br/></strong><hr/><br/>Ashley's cold, tapered fingers sent a shiver up his spine when she caressed his veiny cock.  He lingered just beyond her lips, his mouth somewhat agape, his eyes rolling back, as she stroked her way into his heart.  He kissed the edge of her cheekbone and her chin, and even sucked on the soft flesh of her throat.  His mouth traveled as far as her breast, where he tore at her nipples playfully as he lay her down on the ground.<br/><br/>Alfreic bent over her and lapped up the bud at the entrance of her sex once, twice, thrice.  Developing a taste for it, Mr. Slate lifted her hips up so that her engorged vagina lay before his tongue.  He wedged that pink muscle in between her flustered pussy lips, prying her flesh with his fingers.  Then he covered the whole of her sex with his mouth, and sucked at it like one would the juice from a peach.  Her intoxicating stench put him beside himself.<br/><br/>Being that the position was awkward for her, Alfreic was careful to keep her light figure aloft.  From time to time, he reached downwards, tugging at her hair, pulling her head one way to the other, until the puzzle piece fit.  That is, he maneuvered her face right in front of his cock...  and the sensation of his cock brushing against her nose, her eyes, her chin...  well, it made him simply ooze with prejaculate.