<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84310.msg3795480#msg3795480">Quote from: Dark Clown on 20-10-2010, 04:28:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He moaned as she slid atop him, her soft body caressing his own.  As his erection lay nestled by her tender nether lips, he gasped, and tried not to move, not wanting to simply press it in and be done with it.  This creature atop him was so exotic, so tender, that she demanded his every attention, his every pressing desire...and he was happy to give it.  The cool air of the room rushed to meet his chest as she pulled his costume free, and he grinned, sliding his mask free, his dark eyes meeting her own. <br/><br/>"Then begin with this..." he said, and pulled her lips to his own, his fingers sliding through her hair as he brought her closer to kiss him.  He wanted her to taste her juices on his lips and his tongue, as he had tasted them, and as their lips met, he felt the spark of passion ignite within him even further.  His hardness throbbed again, threatening to fill her if she moved but an inch.  He moaned into the kiss, his other hand sliding down her back to squeeze the gentle round softness of her backside. <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><em>How had helping him with a simple dare come to this</em>? Her heart was nearly beating out of her chest with the passion scenting his lips. The beat of his shaft against the deep aching throb of her loins had her thighs gripping hard against his hips, as if her tiny frame had any chance of leading their new dance. His control was subtle, the sly reveal of his face...dark eyes capturing her in their tumultuous depths. Depraved, he would have her committing any act he chose.<br/><br/>Groaning, her mouth ground back against his own, slick with her own nectar. Trembling fingers clamped entreating, pulling him harder against her lips as her tongue thrust and parried his own. Soft breasts strained against the last bit of fabric separating her from the firm wall of his chest. A sheen of dew glazed the valley between her supple globes. Tense legs flexed upward arching herself against his crown at the same moment her hand jerked back pulling entangled tendrils of his hair. Her tongue flicked once across his lower lip as her voice moaned, cinched with desire, "Please."