<div class="floatright">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/Nynah_zps6a19158e.jpg)</div><br/><strong>To Belyk</strong><br/><br/>Nynah was about to rekindle her protestations of innocence when her mouth was suddenly given other things to do. Despite herself, she found herself slowly melting into Belyk's embrace, her tongue betraying her hidden passion as it danced with the pirate's. The wriggling motion initially intended to keep our noble heroine within what little remained of the confines of her dress now seemed more of an attempt to wriggle out of it and the hands grasping onto the other woman's shoulders were not working with the sole purpose of holding on for dear life but rather of unhooking and unclasping the accoutrements of the busty salt's outfit.