<span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2968775#msg2968775">Quote from: Elven Sex Goddess on 24-04-2010, 22:01:49</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br/><br/>Azrael would feel the folds of her labia quiver around his fingers.  As they tease ready to dip into her pink depth.   The heated wetness giving testimony to her heat.  While you feel her slowly start to grind down onto your fingers.   Forcing the issue like a bitch in need.   Her eyes also convey this from with the depths of them, as his remains locked onto hers.   As her breaths come drawn out,  as if suppressing the the libations of her arousal.  That is like a life of its own.     <br/><br/>When the response comes, her words are husky, pleading, begging for it.  <em>"Please,  I need..... need you....I beg you."</em><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The sounds of begging were music to Azrael, and he smiled in triumph slowly. A small lick of his lips accompanied this, while his fingertips lightly played over her labial lips. Diddling them firmly, Azrael said<strong>"Well, I suppose if you're begging."</strong>It was with that he grasped Salonika's waist and quickly turned her around. Guiding the beautiful woman towards the table, a hand pressed flat to her back. She was pushed down towards the surface so that she would be bent over as Azrael reached into his pants, his hand roamed down to his rigid member and he merely commanded her to<strong>"Spread your legs out."</strong>