<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br/>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> Gettin the best seat in the house<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br/><hr/></div><em>Here we go again</em>. Sara's better judgement bemoaned before being tuned out entirely by the slick chill creeping across her skin. With sealed eyes, her head tilted responsively to the slow creeping path of the cloth, angling to expose the length of her neck which constricted at near every breath. This was, without a doubt, the most erotic experience of her life. Hell, she would be nothing short of astounded if ever another moment could match it in intimacy and pure unmitigated pleasure. When he'd finally reached the threshold of her shirt, she turned to survey him briefly with a hooded gaze, glistening features flush with a now familiar wash of rosy colour.<br/><br/>There was no stalling this time about. Sara pulled off her shit and reclined, resting her weight on her elbows so that she could lift her hips and draw down her cuffed khaki shorts, which slumped to the floor at the bottom of his bed. Blood pumped through the arteries along her through to a swift, heavy tempo, and her breath had grown long and low as she settled her firm alabaster backside back on his bed. Sara didn't linger there long before acting on impulse, maneuvering in front of Dom's lap so that her back was at his chest in a rare show of grace.