<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/7d/Claire.jpg/265px-Claire.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Sophie DeLaurents</span></span><br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Mascot<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Line infirmary<br/><strong>With:</strong>Mya<br/><br/><hr/><br/>I wriggled on Mya's body as she heated up and penetrated my mouth with her kiss.  That woman could kiss like no one's business; it was almost as good as being fucked when she took my mouth in her lips.  I returned the kiss, my own passion building as my panties soaked through with arousal.  Even though I was on top, I melted down against her, letting her possess my mouth as he pressed back with energy.  As her hand worked down my body, I arched my hips to give her access to the front of my jeans and my crotch.  I wanted her hand and wanted it badly, groaning as she slipped inside of my clothing.<br/><br/><strong>"Ahhh... yea miss Mya, touch me there, right in me privates." </strong>My sex was damp and humid from the damp lubrication between the lips of my sex.  I wriggled back against Mya's hands, my hips arching and begging her to slide down my mound and into my sex.  I ground, ground hard against the hand as we both dry humped.  I wanted to giggle as it felt for a moment like I was some big burly man taking Mya like a bitch.  It almost made me giggle, such a silly thought as I was the one always taking the fucking and loving it.<br/><br/>Panting as we broke the kiss I stared down at Mya and nodded mutely.  I needed to be naked, my mind was growing fuzzy and heavy as it always did when I was aroused, the only thing I could focus on was sex.  I reached up and awkwardly pulled my top and bra off, freeing the pale, milky expanse of my lightly freckled skin.  My breasts hung freely, taunt and virginal, the nipples a harsh, dark nob against each mound.<strong>"Yah miss Mya, Ah wanna be stripped down so ya ken touch me 'tween mah legs." </strong>I propped myself up on an elbow and in an active of incredible contortion unbuttoned my jeans and stripped them off in one move.  I was nude underneath, my pale red curls prominent against my rounded mons.  Again I almost giggled at the naught thought that I had no panties on underneath my jeans.