<div class="floatleft">(https://ist5-2.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/7/6/1/o/761or/Mystique_l.jpg)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>: Mystique<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Raven Darkholme<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  Lucas Room/Bed<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 12:20 pm<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Bishop<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Intimacy of lovers<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">This</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/93/dd/42/93dd42a6507d3fd3e331cb67a32678b9.jpg)</div></div><br/><hr/>Raven loses herself in the moment.   Lucas did that to her.    As his cock pulsed and slammed in and out of her vaginal depths.   Her vaginal walls so tight around his cock, milking him.    With each thrust he smash his broad chest against her bosom.   Of which her nipples strained even more in being pointed harden tips.     But it is when he smashed his lips down onto hers.  Bruising punishing her lips with his own.   Claiming her thoroughly with the kiss.   She surrendered to her base needs and wants.   The desire that filled her in that moment.  She could not get enough of this man.     She rakes his back with her nails as she gives way and his tongue invades her mouth and dances with her own tongue.    At the same moment she would hook her legs behind his tight buttocks drawing him into her.   As she lifts and meets his thrusts.  The sound of wet slurping friction of their joining sounds and fills the room along with the slapping of flesh meeting at the point of joining.<br/><br/>