<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/>Pulled down and once again engaged in a kiss of deep passion.  Pantea's and  Cyrus tongue locked together in a erotic dance.  Where the two explore each other mouths.    Raising up her torso in the kiss.   She would with her skill of dance,  ripple her tummy muscles with a serpentine roll.   Causing her vaginal walls to flutter around Cyrus cock that she continues to gyrate rolling her hips riding up and down.   Her hands braced on the ground either side of his shoulders.    her long black hair fell around his head like a rainfall of night splashing down.     An those gyrations of her hip roll pick up even more in a faster pace.<br/><br/>