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</div>Name: Hayley Carter<br/>Age: 24<br/>Date/Time: Sat July 31<br/>Location: Villa - at the bar<br/>Wearing: [see picture]<br/>Tagging:<a class="username" data-user-id="133" data-username="Clint Johnson" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/133/">Clint Johnson</a><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>Hayley tried holding back a laugh at the word Sterling chose to cheer her on with, considering her position. Still, she closed her mouth, some of it dribbling out as she couldn’t completely contain herself, and then swallowed the alcohol, feeling it warm her all the way down. This was going to get her head very fuzzy very quickly, she just knew it.<br/><br/>Moving her head slightly to the side, she found the lime and wrapped her lips around it, sucking at the flesh, her face scrunching a bit at the bitter and sour flavor, but having a blast all the same as could be seen by her smile.<br/><br/>Once done, she would finally rise to her feet, her chest rubbing against him along the way from his crotch to his own chest. But more than that, she would find herself lowering right back down. Realizing that his body was now a wet mess of tequila, she would give him a kiss, tongue intertwining with his for only a moment, then using that to lead her journey back down his body. It wasn’t as easy of a ride down as it was going up with the salt for the previous shot, but somebody had to clean up that ale trail! Her smile was teasing and lewd (and a bit embarrassed) as she got closer and closer to the waistband of his pants again.