<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/Emmaq6.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Emma Qvigstad<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Looking/Free Use<br/><strong>Looking For:</strong>Gokkun<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Arya Corna<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Nice to meet you, Arya! I love meeting my fans. Are you going to help me glaze this waff-<em>holy geez." </em>Finally she took in all of Arya, and recognized opportunity when it came knocking. Emma considered whether there'd be anything left of a Milk Maids breakfast after Arya had made sweet futa love to it- probably not. She claimed her dripping bukkake waffle. "Oh, wow. Wow girl, you're like, a legit deadly weapon. Are you sure you want to sit down?" She was drooling, she realized. Emma composed herself like a thief laying eyes on the unguarded diamonds. "For sure you can sit anywhere you like."<br/><br/>Emma had something to prove as she bit into her soggy breakfast, and guided each sticky string through savoring lips. Folded, oozing, her waffle mopped up a puddle from her saucer and entered her small mouth a mere sponge for cum. It rolled down her fingers, glued wristband to bushing skin, but she needed to show Arya that she was up for this. Swallowing was ambitious. "Ah, whew, mm." It was not delicious, Emma would count herself among that overwhelming consensus. From the very first time she'd swallowed, she had decided that it tasted like the slime it resembled, and her body did not want a tummy hot with it. But that was the sexiness of it- the sacrifice, the degradation, the obscenity.<br/><br/>Out the window beside her seat Emma spied the true hounds Arya had brought with her, and an idea entered her mind that had not before. She pushed it aside, and drank the last of her breakfast with a spoon.<br/><br/>Her whole body warmed after a meal like this. She was pink as could be, flustered, but talking was one of her favorite things to do so she dove right into it breathless. "I mean, I could definitely do better than that. I always wanted to like, really push myself. Do something wicked harder than jizzy chocolate cakes and noodles with spooge if the opportunity ever, you know, arose."