<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/>She heard the request, she heard it and was surprised she had said it outloud. Screwing her ourage into the sticking place, she leaned closer, one last tease before she satisfied them both. "Yes, please... what?" She gave herself another moment, and as Scandal moaned something, she wasn't listening, she stuck her tongue out, first, thick and hard. She leaned in, tickling the glossy mix with her tongue. A taste like no other, she curled that tongue, up and between the folds, savoring the flavor. Then stroking up under her chin with her long fingers she dove in, cleaning the pussy before her, lapping at the sensitive skin, seeking the pleasure sensitive parts, hunger pressing into these points. She nestled her nose between the quim and rosebud as she buried that stiff tongue deep and wiggled just a bit before she allowed it to morph into the malleable tongue that scooped up the feast before her. She alternated as Scandal responded to her rhythms. She rolled her fingers in and out according to Scandal's breathing and undulations, always pushing for the big finish.