<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/06/1Seiyuri.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Angela (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1sUficS9x7T6kj6rN5vrXNwxZMpXrmOI_1FT83lN0q8c/edit)</strong></span><br/>Name: Angela<br/>Location: Burning Man<br/>Tagging: Headquarters: Therapy Room<br/><br/>"Longer?" The incredulous look upon her face spoke volumes as she continued, "Longer than several hours of foreplay, teasing, frustration, and buzzing them with power and need? Heaven forbid you ever take me seriously as a lover, I know not if I could survive." A deep kiss, and a roll of her shoulder, shifts the two to their sides on the narrow bed. The comment of toys brings a flash of true horror through her eyes, undiscovered territory.<br/><br/>"In fear of toppling to the ground, the hot tub sounds great, and dangerous. I fear I could never hold my breath that long." The insinuation that she would need to and the activities that implies encourage her hand, her left hand to roam further south, more beeline than teasing, she tears the bikini waist away, and parts her battle sister's knees with her own. Kissing Scandal, she tentatively runs her fingers over her pussy lips in earnest reward.