<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84310.msg3775302#msg3775302">Quote from: Oreo on 15-10-2010, 02:55:11</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">So lost to the delight of touching him, the room became a clouded blur; a cacophony, a rabble of noise countering the moans of her pleasure. His sudden withdraw shook her senses, eyes nearly popping as he slipped beneath the table. Every instinct had her ready to scramble away, but her movement only allowed him easier access to remove her pumpkin colored shorts. Dainty legs pulled up and away not nearly as fast as she should. Warm hands had hold of her calves as his lips dipped to the silk of her petals. The first bold flick of his tongue between their folds elicited a deep groan as goosebumps covered the limbs he so easily secured.<br/><br/>Panicked, her hips arched up to extricate herself, but only served to press her more firmly against his tantalizing mouth. Hands that had moments ago been clasped against the tables edge, let loose to caress his jaw. Insistent fingers slipped into his hair, twining to pull him in as her hips rose and fell to the probing of his tongue. Each flick over the swollen nub of her desire ground out a new plea for more.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Her moans only emboldened him further, spurring his lust and the desire he had to please her.  His jester mask discarded, laying beneath the table next to him, allowed him better access to the moist nectar of the woman's core, his tongue coated with the flavor of her sensuality.  His hands rose from beneath the table, his fingers eagerly massaging her breasts while his lips carressed her opening.<br/><br/>His own body matched her lust, her excitement, his erection standing defiant, as if waiting it's turn for attention.  The clown moaned as he tasted her, but also at the thought of those ruby red lips tasting him, of the warmth of her mouth along his hard shaft.  He wanted to pull her beneath the table, abscond with her like some penny dreadful monster, to ravage and call his own until the fires of his passion had cooled.