<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: San Diego<br/>Tagging: Headquarters: Gymnasium<br/><br/>Scandal's encouragement drove Angela to greater effort. She wanted the lovely one to share in her bliss, er joy. Fingers and tongue play. Her need for the woman's exclamation as much as the recipient. As the rhythm of the panting changed, Angela focused more on release, once she was there, she focused on extending that ride, not too far, but more than hit-it-and-quit-it.<br/><br/>As Sandal begins to pant her way down, Angela finds herself just as out of breath. A smile and squeeze, as she looks up the gorgeous body to Angela's half-closed eyes. In her most masculine and deep voice, "Was it good for you?" No longer was she the domme, her teasing nature having returned. She pretended to roll over and fall asleep, though rolling over actually too ker off the massage bench to her feet in an almost too graceful step.<br/><br/>Arching her back, her body glorious, naked, and on display as she stretches her form almost cat like. She turns to lay a loving hand, tentative now that the pleasure is over. "Thank you, I've been a bitch."<br/><br/><br/>