<div class="floatleft">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/Models/Girl21/02f2602c.jpg)<br/></div><strong>Dannie</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>A second floor bedroom<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Spencer and Marc!<hr/>Dannie couldn't help but frown. She was the center of attention for awhile, with Spencer kissing her in all the right places with just enough touch to make her want more, a gentle squeeze here and a firm pinch there. Now, it seemed, that whoever this Marc punk was, he was taking Spencer away from her! It made her jealous hearing the sounds of their lips meeting and she almost wished she had her hands free in order to pull the blindfold off and just go to town on the both of them. Sadly, that wasn't the case.<br/><br/>That bitterness deep inside vanished rather quickly when Dannie felt the light touch of a few dancing fingers on her inner thigh. She heard a man's voice speak, but it was all gibberish and didn't register with her thanks to the tingling from the surprise. The young woman tried to control her breathing, bring down her excitement, but she was far too into this, far too hot and bothered to do so. Everything came out sharply in gasps and moans, small inhales quickly followed up by a forced whimper. Unconsciously, she spread her legs a little wider, letting the two of them a clear view of what she had to offer.<br/><br/>There was no way for her to tell, but Dannie was really enjoying herself. Her sex was slick in her juices, anxious for what was to come. There was no keeping her lips from pursing, wishing for a kiss or perhaps to lay one onto someone. Her nipples ached, desperately wanting attention, but all she could think about was the fingertips running along her leg.