<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/>After Pantea's pussy had enveloped the magus cock fully to its hilt.    She had broke the kiss and now just remained motionless for the next several moments.  Savoring the feeling of Cyrus's cock within her.   Feeling how it twitched restlessly against her inner walls.   Then slowly almost reverently she would begin to roll her hips.   As her stretched out nether lips plied around the engorged cock.   The glistening sheen left behind from her own arousal.   As she slide up and down the shaft of the cock.<br/><br/>At the same time she sit up with her upper body.   Hands coming up to cup and hold her breasts.   As she seemingly plays with herself as she begins to ride her lover.   Her gaze momentarily leaves off of the surrounding woods.   Dropping a look filled with lust down upon Cyrus.   She hold that look at him for a moment.   She offer up a grin to him then.<br/><br/><em>"We have an audience."</em>She state the obvious.<br/><br/><em>"I can never understand how one can take a vow of chastity.   In all the gifts of life this is one of the most precious."  </em><br/><br/>She lean back in and would initiate another kiss.  Her tongue immediately invasive,  exploratory in seeking out his to dance and swirl in the heat of passion.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>