Order her to kneel - Revision history

Platypus at 12:42, 8 September 2011

Platypus — Thu, 08 Sep 2011 12:42:47 GMT

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-	You run a hand up her spine, lifting her shirt and exposing the milky white skin of her back. You cup her throat gently and caress her cheek as she turns into it. Your left hand resumes ~~it's~~ former place - hovering over the thinly stretched cotton between you and her left breast. You rub the soft fabric into her flesh, catching only on her profoundly erect nipple.	+	You run a hand up her spine, lifting her shirt and exposing the milky white skin of her back. You cup her throat gently and caress her cheek as she turns into it. Your left hand resumes its former place - hovering over the thinly stretched cotton between you and her left breast. You rub the soft fabric into her flesh, catching only on her profoundly erect nipple.

-	She's forcing your hand to her mouth now. Her lips part and she's greedily sucking on your ring finger. You're onto her right breast~~, it~~'s as perfect as its twin. ''What woman wouldn't kill for her rack? And she hides it under a habit...''	+	She's forcing your hand to her mouth now. Her lips part and she's greedily sucking on your ring finger. You're onto her right breast. It's as perfect as its twin. ''What woman wouldn't kill for her rack? And she hides it under a habit...''

	Your left is down the front of her, urging her legs apart and winning a fresh moan for the effort. ''Oooh. Hu-Unnngh!''		Your left is down the front of her, urging her legs apart and winning a fresh moan for the effort. ''Oooh. Hu-Unnngh!''

Denical at 04:47, 8 September 2011

Denical — Thu, 08 Sep 2011 04:47:34 GMT

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	"Where were we?"		"Where were we?"

-	You run a hand up her spine, lifting her shirt and exposing the milky white skin of her back. You cup her throat gently and caress her cheek as she turns into it. Your left hand resumes it's former place - hovering over the thinly stretched ~~Cotten~~ between you and her left breast. You rub the soft fabric into her flesh, catching only on her profoundly erect nipple.	+	You run a hand up her spine, lifting her shirt and exposing the milky white skin of her back. You cup her throat gently and caress her cheek as she turns into it. Your left hand resumes it's former place - hovering over the thinly stretched cotton between you and her left breast. You rub the soft fabric into her flesh, catching only on her profoundly erect nipple.

	She's forcing your hand to her mouth now. Her lips part and she's greedily sucking on your ring finger. You're onto her right breast, it's as perfect as its twin. ''What woman wouldn't kill for her rack? And she hides it under a habit...''		She's forcing your hand to her mouth now. Her lips part and she's greedily sucking on your ring finger. You're onto her right breast, it's as perfect as its twin. ''What woman wouldn't kill for her rack? And she hides it under a habit...''

Denical at 04:23, 8 September 2011

Denical — Thu, 08 Sep 2011 04:23:31 GMT

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	You run a hand up her spine, lifting her shirt and exposing the milky white skin of her back. You cup her throat gently and caress her cheek as she turns into it. Your left hand resumes it's former place - hovering over the thinly stretched Cotten between you and her left breast. You rub the soft fabric into her flesh, catching only on her profoundly erect nipple.		You run a hand up her spine, lifting her shirt and exposing the milky white skin of her back. You cup her throat gently and caress her cheek as she turns into it. Your left hand resumes it's former place - hovering over the thinly stretched Cotten between you and her left breast. You rub the soft fabric into her flesh, catching only on her profoundly erect nipple.

-	She's forcing your hand to her mouth now. Her lips part and she's greedily sucking on your ring finger. You're onto her right breast, it's as perfect as ~~it's~~ twin. ''What woman wouldn't kill for her rack? And she hides it under a habit...''	+	She's forcing your hand to her mouth now. Her lips part and she's greedily sucking on your ring finger. You're onto her right breast, it's as perfect as its twin. ''What woman wouldn't kill for her rack? And she hides it under a habit...''

	Your left is down the front of her, urging her legs apart and winning a fresh moan for the effort. ''Oooh. Hu-Unnngh!''		Your left is down the front of her, urging her legs apart and winning a fresh moan for the effort. ''Oooh. Hu-Unnngh!''

Denical at 02:06, 8 September 2011

Denical — Thu, 08 Sep 2011 02:06:11 GMT

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	"Where were we?"		"Where were we?"

-	You run a hand up her spine, lifting her shirt and exposing the milky white skin of her back. You cup her throat gently and caress her cheek as she turns into it. Your left hand resumes it's former place - hovering over the thinly stretched Cotten between you and her left breast. You rub the soft fabric into her flesh, catching only on her profoundly erect ~~nipples~~.	+	You run a hand up her spine, lifting her shirt and exposing the milky white skin of her back. You cup her throat gently and caress her cheek as she turns into it. Your left hand resumes it's former place - hovering over the thinly stretched Cotten between you and her left breast. You rub the soft fabric into her flesh, catching only on her profoundly erect nipple.

	She's forcing your hand to her mouth now. Her lips part and she's greedily sucking on your ring finger. You're onto her right breast, it's as perfect as it's twin. ''What woman wouldn't kill for her rack? And she hides it under a habit...''		She's forcing your hand to her mouth now. Her lips part and she's greedily sucking on your ring finger. You're onto her right breast, it's as perfect as it's twin. ''What woman wouldn't kill for her rack? And she hides it under a habit...''

Denical: Created page with '"Kneel." She closes her eyes and assumes a penitent posture beneath the waist-high table facing away from you. She lifts the hem of her habit above her knees, removes her earbud…'

Denical — Thu, 08 Sep 2011 02:05:01 GMT

Created page with '"Kneel." She closes her eyes and assumes a penitent posture beneath the waist-high table facing away from you. She lifts the hem of her habit above her knees, removes her earbud…'

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"Kneel."

She closes her eyes and assumes a penitent posture beneath the waist-high table facing away from you. She lifts the hem of her habit above her knees, removes her earbuds, and sets her phone aside.

You raise her habit the rest of the way off. Beneath it she's wearing a light tee shirt and dark slacks. "Take off the bra." She complies without a sound, dropping an impressively undersized Lycra bra to the floor.

"Where were we?"

You run a hand up her spine, lifting her shirt and exposing the milky white skin of her back. You cup her throat gently and caress her cheek as she turns into it. Your left hand resumes it's former place - hovering over the thinly stretched Cotten between you and her left breast. You rub the soft fabric into her flesh, catching only on her profoundly erect nipples.

She's forcing your hand to her mouth now. Her lips part and she's greedily sucking on your ring finger. You're onto her right breast, it's as perfect as it's twin. ''What woman wouldn't kill for her rack? And she hides it under a habit...''

Your left is down the front of her, urging her legs apart and winning a fresh moan for the effort. ''Oooh. Hu-Unnngh!''

"Get those pants off."

She's way ahead of you, fully unzipped and rolling them down over her hips. Her eyes are still shut, but she's down to panties and her tee without a hitch. You're behind her, licking her neck, juggling her tits, and gliding your hands and tongue over every bit of her exposed skin.

Do you:

*[[Strip her bare and finger fuck her senseless]]
*[[Tell her to strip you and eat you out]]
*[[Grab a spare candle and violate her]]

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