<hr/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"Let's Get This Party Started "</span></strong></span> </div><hr/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://science-all.com/images/rachel-weisz/rachel-weisz-07.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>NAME: </strong> Ciseleigh Capshaw<br/><strong>AGE:</strong> 32<br/><strong>LOCATION &amp; TIME:</strong> Gymnasium Building, Office Of Dominic DeCosta | 9/2/16 2:13PM<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dominic DeCosta <em><strong>CLOSED</strong></em></span></span><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">He was all heated velvet over a core of steel. Leigh stroked that length, sweeping her thumb over the head at the apex of each movement. He was long and hard and her fingers could barely circle his girth. Mmmmmm.<br/><br/>Leigh’s head fell back again, soaking in the pleasure of the moment as his mouth closed on the peak of one breast. Her back arched, a silent offering as a shiver shot up and down her spine. Toes curling, one high heeled pump slipped free of her foot and clattered to the floor. Leigh could have cared less about her Jimmy Choo’s in that moment. No. She had other, <em>much</em> more pleasant things on her mind.<br/><br/>Hand cresting the apex of Leigh’s stroke again, his fingers played along the skin of her inner thigh. She shifted into the touch, making a silent offer.  Leigh bit down on her lip, a whimper escaping as her thumb played through the small drops of wetness coating his crown. <br/><br/>And then his fingers were slipping through the wet at her core, pressing forward, tunneling through the swollen flesh. Leigh’s fingers contracted just as her inner muscles gripped at the fingers sliding into her depths. Her legs fell limply open as far as the fabric of her skirt would allow. <br/><br/>Hungrily Leigh pushed forward, using the fingers she’d once again curled in the hair at his nape as he'd feasted on her breast to pull his head upward. Her mouth crashed down on his demanding, her hips rocking against his fingers and the strokes she gave him between their bodies became faster, tighter, more intense.<br/><br/>She fucked his mouth with her tongue, a pale imitation of what his fingers were up to between her legs but uncontrollable. Then pulled back, her forehead pressed against his as she panted against his lips and worked his body. <br/><br/>Close, so close.</span></span><br/>