<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/>Trying to keep Kurat's hands away without cuffs or a chastity belt was fruitless, Valentine could see that. It was pretty to watch frustrated, frantic fingers thrum over a plump hood and glisten in the beach sun. Her own fingers grazed the thin, delicate eruption of pleasure and brought it to Kurat's mouth, through the firm purse of<em>mmm </em>and<em>oh, </em>down a tongue twisting up in anxious knots. Poor girl. "Do I need to tie up those hands?" A firm press behind Kurat's knees to gradually pull out from soft malleable walls swollen to her girth, weary and tender pelvic muscle post-workout wrung by the firm flared head. "You've already cum twice, right?"<br/><br/>A final farewell slip from Kurat's sphincter, and playful as a kitten she crawled into Kurat's sun. Hands and knees drew up past her panting flanks, hips more than sashaying, wiggling, delighted. "Those party pills really pack a kick, don't they." A little mound of white sand scooped in Valentine's hands and nuzzled Kurat's cheek. The few grains that spilled onto the skin, she dusted away with a thumb as gentle as a peck. She was not interested in getting sand on Kurat's face. The more comfortable she was keeping still, the better. "I wouldn't know. This is my all natural weekend. No drugs, no meds, no nothing." Playing in the sand, she encircled Kurat's head with a frame a little taller than the peak of her nose. It packed firm before her hands were done.<br/><br/>Her knees drew across Kurat's shoulders to sway the wet, swollen pink shaft of her cock inches above. Still fat from Kurat's heat, pleading for release. She no longer cared what Kurat did with her disobedient hands; only that she remain where she was in the sand. Valentine's spine curved wanton as a harem girl, and she stroked herself much too close for comfort. "I was never a shy girl. Didn't need to lose myself in drugs. Guess I'm goal-driven, you know? There are a lot of girls on this island to fuck. Lot of futas, too." Precum dripped. "I've never done that before, that'd be hot. Ooh, here it cums!"<br/><br/>Wet, hot, viscous, in a rhythm with her pattering heart, she poured across the pretty peaks of Kurat's lips, beneath her nose. Beside her nose. A fat drip of punctuation into kohl lashes, and a deluge down the proud Egyptian line of Kurat's nose, parted down either side to flow sluggish and thick down the contours of her face. "Ohmigod, ohmigod," she breathed, a hitch in her back, full curls of her toes against the body beneath her. Her hand was unsteady on the shaft. She ejaculated wherever the motion of the greasy stroke positioned her, down a high cheekbone, flooded across the blank canvas of an unblemished brow.<br/><br/>It should have trickled down, but for the ring of sand Valentine had arranged to keep her cum from going anywhere. She sat back atop Kurat's chest with a huff of satisfaction, and admired her abstract work, still pooled, going nowhere. Her spent cock refused to lie down. "You're totally plastered. That's my first- just hang tight a minute and we'll be even."