<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Brad's Teasing Way ;)</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=129495.msg5830890#msg5830890">Quote from: sensual pen on 06-02-2012, 13:31:52</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Brad- Poolside<br/>Tag- Lounger play with Sam and any interested visitors</strong><br/><br/>Brad was hot and he was rampant. His cock, so recently being ridden by her, now jutted from his groin glistening with her juices. His helmet mushroom head, flushed, silk smooth and engorged throbbed at the end of its ridged shaft. A sight both threatening and arousing to any willing hungry pussy. But it wasn’t just any pussy he wanted- he wanted Sam’s warm wet clinging sheath that had so recently been eagerly milking him.  Brad had unfinished business and he intended to make the most of it.  <br/><br/>He had shifted with her. Now kneeling behind her raised and welcoming ass, poised between her open quivering thighs, wet and smooth from her own nectar flow already stimulated by his gorging mouth and probing cock. He needed no invitation- she signalled as a young excited mare, ready, hungry for her stallion to serve her.<br/><br/>Brad liked it every which way he could get it. Rough and greedy, fast and urgent, quick and dirty - But most of all he liked to take his time-to enjoy every shivering gasping moment of a long deep nerve tingling fuck. He was a connoisseur of the erotic-sex was his passion. And that’s how he fucked-with the passion of an artist. <br/><br/>He ran his hand sensually over her plump ass cheeks, squeezing, fingers pressing as if to test their ripeness, their readiness. Then his hand slid slowly but knowingly up her spine, fingers trailing, their tips sliding, circling, and sensing her responses. Then reaching her neck, fingers spreading in her hair, caressing, tugging gently- signalling his own hunger and readiness. <br/><br/>One hand in her dark long hair tugging back gently, the caress of his lips down her spine, and he began to slowly knowingly ease his cock’s length along the slick trail from ass to pussy. He grunted in pleasure, the feel of her heat along his shaft as he nudged forwards, the way her back curved sensually, gleamed in the shadows, and her hips rolling in welcome urged him close- drew him in. <br/><br/>Holding his cock he rubbed it across her pussy lips, pressed further forwards and rolled the head over her clit – then in teasing foreplay- repeated in slow strokes along the same trail, letting her pussy lips massage his length, letting her juices lubricate his shaft. He was fucking her now on the outside. Long slow teasing strokes letting her feel his length- letting her feel the ridged thickness that would drive deep, pump and throb in her inner darkness. “Does the lady want more- does the lady want inside pleasure- does the lady want to cum” His voice was a whisper- it was urgent- teasingly demanding- it was the voice of his lust.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br/><strong>Samantha Weston, aka Sam  or  Sammy<br/>Location: outside Patio, near the pool  &amp; hot tub, WAITING and not happy about it :P<br/>Tagged: Brad, and all of the party guests in the pool and hot tub area (she’s getting loud and rowdy:P)<br/>Accent: Canadian (eh!) :P<br/></strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i2.listal.com/image/1079353/936full-vanessa-marcil.jpg)</div>A primitive need throbbed between the eager brunette’s thighs.  Each spine tingling pulse drew several lustful guttural moans from deep in her throat, each one more heated than the last. The sultry sounds slipped from her tongue, dripping with raw need, alerting the nearby party guests to her wanton desires. Sam’s body quivered, reacting to each one of Brad’s masterful strokes, testing and teasing her until she whimpered with desperation. Trembling with anticipation, her body released a sensual heat that showcased her ripeness as it poured from every cell, scenting the air with her sweet honey sex.<br/><br/>Her perky backside begged him to take her, to thrust deep within her velvet walls and fill her as he had done only moments before. His touch felt like fire on her skin, scorching a trail along her spine, leaving his mark to seep into her body. Sam arched her back, moving as he directed, and proving to be a willing and eager participant in the sensual dance of lovers. She purred, writhing, twisting her hips, pressing back against his body, seeking that she so desired.<br/><br/>Another groan, louder than the first, signaled her rising frustration as need pounded her soul with its feverish beat. Dark eyes sparkled with the hazy glow of desire, emphasizing her hunger for satisfaction. Samantha wanted him, perhaps even needed him. She craved more of the pleasure he had already bestowed, giving her but a small taste of his ability to please her, and now she demanded more.<strong>“Fuck me”</strong>she growled , twisting her head to the side in order to press against his as her whispered cry tickled his ear<strong>”fuck me hard, I want you buried deep! Now!”</strong><br/>