<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2968311#msg2968311">Quote from: Darkcide on 24-04-2010, 17:12:16</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br/><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.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><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>