[<div class="floatleft">(http://ist1-2.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/z/b/4/H/zb4H/pfdf1tn.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Pantea Artemisia</span></em><br/>HP 52 (Current HP 52)  AC 21</strong></span><br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9085)<br/><br/><sup><strong>Outside of Praven - camp</strong></sup><br/><br/>The loud moan of delight that comes from the intense feeling of ecstasy that washes over Cyrus.  Would give Pantea the moment to break the kiss.   Through she does so reluctantly.   For she truly enjoyed kissing her comrade.   Kissing in itself was so delicious erotic.   For a moment she pause in the kiss as her hands drew in and set sliding over his chest.    Then Pantea break the kiss and would raise up.   Her fingernails raked across Cyrus's chest.     As she sat up straddling him, while her hips still gyrated as she road him.<br/><br/>At the same time he feel the pressure of those butterfly clenches of her vaginal walls increase around his sheath cock within her.   His gaze would see the slithering hypnotic serpentine roll of her stomach.    The way her belly button danced in a arrhythmic motion to how she worked her tummy muscles.<br/><br/>Then suddenly bracing her hands on his chest.  She suddenly splay her legs out.   Her hips gyrations slow to stop.   As she raised her feet out in a splits to either side.   Her soft velvety nether lips barely kissing his groin.   Her tummy muscles still work diligently.   An if possible its effect again ten folds upon Cyrus.    An through Pantea braces herself upon his chest to lift up in such  away.  It seems like no weight at all with her incredible skill at balance.<br/><br/>