<strong>Reiko</strong><br/><hr/>(http://www.bayushizero.com/bios/reiko/images/reiko01.jpg)<br/><hr/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=7071.msg290796#msg290796">Quote from: Zaer Darkwail on 21-12-2006, 22:42:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Fel moved do sucking kisses to Reiko's bossom, her hand still rubbing both whit gentleness and force her mound, trying make Reiko quickly wet. When she did become wet Fel smiled to her and said; "Plea more, I may consider give you taste for elven womanly version of tel'quessir." Reiko had once heard of famous tel'quessir wine, it is said it tasted both life and gold but was storng enough remove even old sticky tar from walls.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Reiko's lithe body twisted in the ropes, the teasing becoming hard to handle. The ropes rubbed her skin, leaving faint red marks over her delicate skin, but Reiko paid it no mind. She enjoyed the pain, and enjoyed her helplessly bound position.<br/><br/>"Please.... please, Mistress," Reiko begged softly, "I... I am here to pleasure you, and yet I cannot unless you make it so. I exist to pleasure you, my Mistress, and would want nothing more than to do so."<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=7071.msg290796#msg290796">Quote from: Zaer Darkwail on 21-12-2006, 22:42:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Fel moved her head down to her mound and her hands moved to cup and squeeze Reiko's bound breasts and use her thumbs long nailed tips to circle around the tips of her nipples. Fel started do many gentle kisses to Reiko's mound and she started kiss her lower lips like they woud have been her upper lips pasionately and moved her tongue between lips explore her inner flesh gently. A wet suckling sounds ar eheard when Fel kisses Reiko's mound.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Air rushed out past Reiko's finely painted red lips, eyes scrunched shut as she moaned passionately, wishing her Mistress would at least lay atop her so they could pleasure each other at the same time. It had been near a year since she'd bed another woman, and missed the soft loving touch of the same gender, the delicate taste of a woman's nectar, the feeling of a woman's petals against her lips. Maybe, as she'd lived as a slave prostitute, she'd grown to be some sort of nymphomaniac. The thought was startling, but at this point, she did not care.