<div align="center">(http://i933.photobucket.com/albums/ad179/sprinkletinkle/14b35ec7-2444-4b66-bb4a-98fa5657ee85.jpg)<br/><strong>Svetalana Alexeyev</strong><br/>;; Rome<br/>;; Defense Against the Dark Arts Tower</div><br/><br/><br/>By that time, Svetlana tired of the game and simply did what they both wanted her to do. She arched her back slightly and allowed the subtle shift to force the tip of his sex to split the inner lips of her orifice. Her lips parted and she shut her eyes as if this would permit her to relish the feel of his cock as it finally breached the wet cavern of her slit. Slowly his entire length slid into the tight confines of her hold. She groaned loudly and didn't move for a moment to savor the delicious feel of her muscles stretched around his girth.<br/><br/>Finally, gripping his shoulders, Svetlana used this as leverage so that she could begin riding his cock, up and down, flexing her thighs to give her a little bit more freedom to move. Initially the pace was lethargic, but she began to move a little faster with time, small grunts of pleasure erupting from the gap her parted lips made. The way he was holding her around him had her spread open and his cock sank from the tip of its head to its very base with each tight, wet stroke she made against him. Her heart rate increased and she breathed heavily with the effort of fucking him as he stood there holding onto her, her nails biting into the flesh of his shoulder as though they were talons.