<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/Emmaq6.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Emma Qvigstad<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Pleasure Heights; Money Shots Bar<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Looking/Free Use<br/><strong>Looking For:</strong>Gokkun<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Masako, Archer<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The glass was warm from Archer's hands. This was a trendy little club shot, neon-colored and reactive with the LED lights, served in curvy pear-shaped stemware with a lipstick-colored straw with a skewer of cherry. Lacquered nails pulled the straw aside, and she brought the naked glass to her lips. Smudges in the narrow neck left by the sticky kisses of Archer's glans showed under the club lights as she tipped it back.<br/><br/>Something swirled thick in the eye-catching neon like lava lamp wax. It floated to the top as her fat-bottomed glass turned, and resisted the pull through her lips. If she weren't careful, all the thin liquor would drain out around his coalesced load and leave it on display. Emma slurped. The rim of her glass became sticky and glued to her lip gloss. Her exhale fogged in the glass, and her cheeks pinked with a mousy dedication to taste that last morsel. A strand broke from her lips once she was finally done, and the conversation had sped on without her.<br/><br/>The drink was cheap, an unsmooth booze prettied up with curves and color and syrup, but their own obscene addition gave it character. Yummy no longer in a sugar pop way, but in a sinful, dark decadence that left her buzzing and longing for the last candy-colored sip sitting at the bottom in a puddle of jism.<br/><br/>"Girl you have not ever been fucked if that's the way you look at it." Emma was a nibbler. She claimed the cherry too, and let that statement hang in the dubstep as she reduced it to stem and teased this too with the peaks of her cupid's bow.<br/>"I get more invested than that watching other people fuck. You have to thrill, you have to chase like an animal. You have to, like, burn up and consume something old and create something new. Some smart French guy called it the little death. If you never got that out of it... for sure you're missing some junk."<br/><br/>"Who cares about kids. Who cares what your body thinks. How does it make you feel?"