<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/85/Valentinebichmug.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Valentine Bich<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Beach<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kurat, open<br/><strong>Letters:</strong>A, Fa<br/><br/>Valentine kissed, but not out of any romanticism. Her lips were the most sensitive tool to guide her cum into Kurat's mouth. "Slp." All around the ring of her mouth, she circled, tickling, skirting the reach of Kurat's searching tongue. What was left was oily, glossy, connected to Valentine's mouth by a string of spit. "Pleh." A little further her dragging lips ranged from the curve of Kurat's cupid's bow to bring her little nibbles of cum, feeling the woman's rapid heartbeat beneath the drag of her heavy breasts. Still a voyeur to the mind altering experience. "Mmm, this is working for me. This is definitely working. Give me a lick clean." Her soft mouth hovered close for Kurat's drugged tongue to find. Such a generous plush curve to explore, with a pointed and impractical tool. But she was patient, as her full arousal returned. Valentine was a young woman, she was designed to be efficiently at the ready. A honeyed pant from her parted lips announced when it was time. She couldn't take it anymore.<br/><br/>"What is it with facials?" Knees sank into the sand to either side of Kurat's fetish crater. The breadth of it forced Valentine's thighs apart and lowered the drag of her cock to the sticky surface of Kurat's skin. "I asked myself the same question. It's like marking a girl like a beast, except I don't want to own you. I just want to fuck you." The glans slid, velvety and firm, but barely guided by Valentine's hips. "Is it a domination thing? It's kind of a beta thing to do if you think about it, pulling out and wasting all this cum." Her fingers took hold- it could be felt in the pressure against Kurat's cheek. Valentine steeled her spidery limbs and began to stroke. "But we're all visual creatures, too."<br/><br/>Briskly, uncaring, she grazed the surface of Kurat's mouth. Just a taste, nothing more. "Maybe it's that we all want to destroy something beautiful." Anxious, wandering toes poked holes in the sand as she swiveled on her knees. Almost there, trained to produce like a breeding stallion. "When something is presented so pretty I want to take a bite out of it. People who put pretty things on shelves just to look at them are weird-<em>tits! " </em>Eruption, hot and strained and so quick to slide across already plastered skin that her cum pooled immediately. Masked in white were Kurat's pretty dark eyes, blowing fist-sized bubbles was the breath from her nostrils. Valentine casually speared the bubble and destroyed it with one last spurt.<br/><br/>"I bet you're still on fire, huh?" Valentine stood, admired her art, smiling. "Don't worry, there's a horde of futas going to have their way with you." Her bikini bottoms whispered up firm, waxed legs. Already she was getting dressed, ready to move on to her next conquest. "That's how it is on this island. I might get fucked too, who knows?" Her yacht jacket zipped up. Hands went into the pockets. She was not even going to help Kurat up from the sand. "Hey, maybe I'll double team you in one of the games later. See you around!"