<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Christy3_zpsa91c3737.jpg)</div><strong>Cassidy Torres, "Muerta"</strong><br/><br/>Cassidy and Gail shared smouldering kiss after smouldering kiss, the latina sure that she'd never rid the blonde's taste from her lips. She didn't want to. She started walking the woman away from the mirror, careful steps taking them back to the bed inch by inch. When Gail accused her of wearing too much, Cassidy smiled impishly. "Suppose I am," she said, letting the blonde turn and grasp her top. Arms lifting, she let the other woman pull it over her head and discard it, stripping the latina down to her bra. It didn't last long, Cass reaching back right after to unclasp it and add it to a quickly growing pile of clothing. Her bare breasts pressed against The Green Gale's own perky pair as they pressed in close. Muerta settled on the edge of the bed and pulled the blonde into her lap so they could continue their exchanging passionate kisses and delicate touches.<br/><br/>Cass' hands settled on Gail's hips, then drifted back to grasp and squeeze the young blonde's perfect, heart-shaped ass. A tight, possessive squeeze. There was that strength coming out. She nuzzled into Gail's neck and then gave it a playful little brush of her lips before finally pressing a few light, feather-soft kisses to it. They weren't talking much, but they didn't need it. From the moment Cassidy walked in, she'd known that she wanted this woman - in every way possible. Not just sexually, but emotionally. The passion in Gale's voice was betraying a rising affection that the latina was hoping, for both of them, would last beyond the contest.