<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=61767.msg2793567#msg2793567">Quote from: LittleKitten on 01-03-2010, 21:00:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Micheal's head dips down, his lips stroking along hers as he kisses her. A tongue darts against her lips, opening them slowly so he can taste her.<br/>His hand slides down, over her waist to her hip, massaging it gently as he waits, wanting her to need more first<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Fatima kisses back, as she squirms under your touch.   She would not ask for more.  She had no clue how.  In what to ask for or do.    But the purpose of your hand is true.   As it slides down along her side.   To the flare of her hip.  Working over to slip in between her thighs.    A soft gasp again is given.   Her legs slowly part, while her body reacts.    The glistening of her wetness is now evident.   That  upon it self would be a plea for more.   Even through she does not realize it.