<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/XOyLtKM.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Libidinal Gomez<br/><strong>Time/Date</strong>October 28th - afternoon<br/><strong>Location</strong>Room 220<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Troy<br/><strong> Misc Information </strong><br/><br/><strong>"Ride my hand lovely, and dear god, just.. don't stop."</strong>like she would! When Troy's hand slipped beneath her panties one more Libby's hips bucked to meet his fingers her channel greedily holding them captive, her body shivered, that sweet building pressure rising within her. The brunette kept her hand tight over his member rubbing her hand continuously up and down that length. Her chest heaved as her body shook with a fine tremble. What was happening to her? Her body was getting hotter by the second.<br/><br/>Her hand on an upward arc stopped with the head of Troy's member revealed her thumb caressing the cum that spurted forth. She took her hand away for a moment slowly raising her hand to her mouth she sucked the digit with his cum upon it into her mouth. Another moan escaped her lips. He tasted masculine, that hint of salt hitting her teeth, oddly though there was a feeling of warmth to the taste like sunlight warming the earth. The taste was addictive, Libby released her wet digit with a pop and returned her her hand to its work. She hoped the little pause wouldn't halt proceedings.<br/><br/>Her hips continued to dance to his fingers and as he slid a second inside her that feeling began to mount her channel tightening around those fingers as she rocked on them. "Shit" she gasped "something's happening" she couldn't explain it, she didn't know herself. Libby had never experienced anything like this. What did it mean? She was distracted from her thoughts if they were thoughts as the building pressure began to rise to a crescendo. Libby's moans became near constant, her hand rising and falling across Troy's length.