<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f131/devilman_kain/Susan%20Coffey/susan_coffey_sexy0047.jpg)</div><strong>Jaclyn Conners</strong><br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Harley<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gathering<br/>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=89804626)<br/><br/>All Jaclyn could do as he spoke was nod, her eyes watching every one of his movements. Watched the way his head dipped between her legs, her heart racing as he leaned in and suddenly licked along her folds. Her toes pushed at the dirt and she gasped suddenly. Nodding lightly as she watched him again started to lick and tease her already soaked lower lips. Her angled flexed in his grip, her leg shivering as he stroked the scar that still marked her. She never wanted to be caged again. It would break her; Jaclyn would rather die than to be locked away all over again.<br/><br/>But those thoughts were banished as he started to lick faster. Her gasp came with each breath as her hips rocked lightly. A slow rumbled growl came from her as he worked her body. Her back arching as he tease her clit, the finger was gripped as it pushed inside of her tight body. No one had ever touched her this way. Hell she had never touched herself this way.<br/><br/>One hand gripped at the ground as the other slid down her body towards him.<strong>"Harley.'</strong>she gasped his name already it felt good. Even as his finger pushed lightly against the soft barrier within her body. The one small part that had never been taken she was about to give to him. But such deep thoughts were out the window as she gave herself over to what he was making her feel.<br/>