<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img11.deviantart.net/bbd6/i/2013/256/a/2/hookah_girl_by_daul-d6m6rk5.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kurat-ul-Ain Ali<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Beach<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Valentine, Open<br/><strong>Letters:</strong>none<br/><br/>Kurat smirked a bit at the woman's comment, though it was more of a defensive smile than one of genuine mirth. Despite pushing her away the woman was still sensually peeling off her clothes, revealing a rather nice pair of breasts, certainly larger and softer looking than her own. She was reminded for a moment that she was definitely an American girl through and through, she passingly mused if her breasts were actually real or not, her fingers actually twitched a bit at the thought a mixture of curiosity and arousal flushing her skin. Suddenly just like a cow girl Valentine roped Kurat in, yanking her closer to her with a strong jerk of her muscles. The Egyptian woman felt herself crash into the firm bodied futa, the impact softened by the woman's plush curves, forcing every exposed patch of skin to rub hotly against Valentine's. When she felt the woman's member slide between her thighs she actually blushed for the first time. It was one thing to see how large it had been, it was another thing when you could feel how easily it reached all the way around to your lower back.<br/><br/>The dark skinned woman suddenly felt a surge of genuine nervousness. She had been around the block a few times, but she had never slept with anyone this well endowed, and that mixed with the dangerous look in her eyes...it didn't bode well for the sagely drug dealer. Of course it seemed her body betrayed her hesitation, as Valentine would be able to feel the smouldering heat between Kurat's legs as her thighs tenderly wrapped around the girl's member, her moistened slit dripping a few beads of arousal across the top of it, revealing that she was currently naked beneath her patched up skirt, not having worn any underwear since getting off the boat.<br/><br/>Kurat began to back away from the woman, but Valentine easily managed to match her foot work, keeping the distance between them the same no matter how she tried to move away, almost like a tense, surreal dance. What's worse with each movement her thighs ended up further caressing the girl's cock, soft, sweaty skin gliding over hard, turgid flesh, no doubt egging the girl on further, hell it aroused Kurat as well, causing a growing wetness that Valentine would be all too aware of. She saw the woman's smile and realized she was just playing into her game doing this, biting her lip she decided perhaps something drastic was in order, else she'd be completely swept up in the girl's pace, "Is that so? That's rather greedy, thinking about dessert when you haven't had the main course yet" she cooed, suddenly grabbing the girl's wrists and leading them back towards her hips, "though maybe we could arrange something" she said, seemingly leading the woman's hands towards her supple ass. However right before Valentine could sink her fingers in Kurat suddenly spun around so her back was facing her, and dropped down to her knees, using the slack created by pulling Valentine's hands forward to try to slip under the jacket and escape her grasp, "Like I said, all hustle and no flow..." she taunted