<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=8004.msg288113#msg288113">Quote from: Asherah on 15-12-2006, 10:31:41</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Drawn into the kiss that she almost eagerly responds to.  Mary feels you Amre lean down, your breath first caress her nipple.  As you claimed the left one and would begin suckling on the engorged nipple.  As it quivered in response to your active attention.<br/><br/>It is your hand that slips into her uniform, slipping under her panties.  As your fingers would feel the neatly patch of trim, sliding past her puffy mound.  Tantalizing circles drawn with your fingers, working ever closer with each pass.  Until you brushed her labia.  Already her petals our damp from the seduction. As she lets a gasp escape of pleasure within the kiss with Mishra.  <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Purring huskily into the maid's soft lips, Mishra's hands now rose to the handsome blonde cleric's shirt and worked at it's ties, or whatever else stood between her and his beautiful body.<br/><br/>Her lips never neglected Marry's for an instant.  Soft and pillowy, they danced with the maids, parting to allow her tongue within that the two hot muscles might join in an amorous dance.