<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/GE55shi.jpg)</div>"Rotten baby maker, eh?" Cinder says with a grimace. "Well it's a damn shame you feel that way, Fick, because you're about to get the front-and-center."<br/><br/>With that Cinder straddles Rhen's waist and gives him a quick, passionate kiss. As their lips part, she grins at him wickedly. "Please don't take any the word-vomit I'm about to spew personally, Rhen. Business is business and all that."<br/><br/>She reaches down and grabs Fick by the base and rubs him between her wet folds, smearing her juices all over his head. "There's a little bit of Fetch's cum down there, I'm sure. We fucked earlier this morning."<br/><br/>Cinder gives Rhen an apologetic look as she continues to work Fick into a lather. "He's a nice boy, but nothing more than furniture with a cock and a tongue. He's convenient, but I've yet to meet a mind like yours, Rhen."<br/><br/>She impales herself on Fick, sinking down to the hilt, but she doesn't move for several long seconds. Fick rages, of course, but his voice is muffled by the walls of her pussy, and besides, he vibrates a little when he speaks, which feels pretty damn good. As she sinks onto him, she shudders, her eyes rolling back in her head. Absently, she bites her lip.<br/><br/>"You've got a damn fine cock," she sighs breathlessly, "unfortunate curses aside."<br/><br/>Rhen's hands settle on her hips. That's another thing about him--he always knows where to put his hands. "I mean, seriously. If it wasn't for, you know, "she gestures downward with her eyes, "I could see us going exclusive." She starts to rise and fall. As she reaches the crest, Fick's protestations become clearer and louder.<br/><br/>"SHUT YOUR CUMHOLE, FICK!"<br/><br/>She grins apologetically at Rhen as she plunges back down again. "I mean, not<em>exclusive</em>exclusive, that would kill you. But I could go dudes only."<br/><br/>She wrinkles her brow in thought. Her hips, acting by muscle memory, start rocking faster and faster, grinding against Rhen/Fick. "I mean, I couldn't go one-cock exclusive, because that would mean no futas, and I know some hot futa chicks. But they're more chicks than dudes, right? And I would tell you. I'd<em>totally</em>tell you. No secrets, right?"<br/><br/>It's the sexual equivilent of patting one's head and rubbing one's belly, how Cinder can so thoroughly fuck him while carrying on an uninterrupted train of thought. It's almost as if her sex runs on a completely separate wavelength. Her kegels contract and relax up and down the length of his shaft, and the way she rotates her hips just a touch as reaches the top is divine. No other girl has such complete and instinctive command of her body as she does.<br/><br/>"I mean, unless you didn't want to know," Cinder is saying, though it's quickly getting impossible to pay attention. "But you'd have to tell me that you didn't want to--" Cinder's eyes go wide. She manages somehow to blush. "Oh! You're cumming! I'll shut up now."<br/><br/>Setting her conversation at least temporarily aside, she focuses her full attention on the matter at hand and fucks him like only Cinder Cotton can.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rolled three successes. She won't use her ass until the end because ass-to-mouth is fecking gross.</div></div>