<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/>Svetlana grinned as Rome tore her sweater away, leaving behind a black lace bra. Her mouth accepted his as he unbuttoned her pants and she reached down to brace herself so she could lift her rear up off the desk and assist him in their immediate removal. All that was left was the panties that matched her lace bra. Her arms slipped under his open shirt and her nails raked across the flesh on his back as their kiss continued.<br/><br/>Her hands wandered from his back and returned to his front whereupon she began to unfasten his belt and then his button and zipper, thus releasing the hard length of his sex from its captivity. Pushing his pants down, she soon began tugging his underwear down with them so that the fingers of her right hand around his rigid growth and begin to stroke it rhythmically. Her pulse escalated and soon she broke the kiss in order to caress her mouth along the curve of his jaw, to his throat where she treated him to a fierce little bite to the flesh of his neck, her the canines of her teeth surprisingly sharp, though not as sharp and extended as that of a vampire. An instant later she kissed the spot, having left a definitive impression of her teeth.