<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=2804.msg97166#msg97166">Quote from: Elvi on 09-12-2005, 13:46:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She whimpered, trying desperately not to give in, she knew that sooner or later he would win, but he would not win his prize easily.<br/><br/>She raised her head again, staring at him deffiantly, almost snarling her reply through gritted teeth.<br/><br/>"Your proud erection hammered out on the anvil to make a fire iron"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Switching tactics again, he grinned in her face.  There was superirority in his smile, yes, but it was more a bizare sort of delight, and even empathy, than arogance.  Cupping one breast, he nudged her dripping blossom with the head of his member and ran his finger's down the back of her pointed ear.  "You mean this?" he whispered, running the tip up and down her petals.  "Are you sure that's what you want done with it?"  He ran it back and forth again.