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</div><b>Name:</b>Victor Lundquist<br/><b>Age:</b>30<br/><b>Sexuality:</b>Heterosexual<br/><b>Hometown:</b>Stockholm, Sweden<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Saturday, July 3rd<br/><b>Location:</b>Living room545317<br/><b>Wearing:</b>Jeans shorts and a white T-shirt<br/><br/><b>Coupled With:</b>Olivia Williams<br/><br/><b>Tagging:</b><a class="username" data-user-id="3317" data-username="Mehlia" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/3317/">Mehlia</a><br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>After all the sipping, Victor's glass was basically empty and he looked over his shoulder at the bar, debating whether or not he'd have another one. But when Olivia announced she was leaving, he just put his glass away and offered her a smile, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of thise soft looking lips on his cheek. He'd rather spend some time with her than drinking and playing games with the others, there's be plenty of time for that later. For now, he wanted to know more about the gorgeous brunette.<br/><br/>-"Sure, meet me in the living room, yeah?" he replied, offering her a wide, white grin with a suggestive eyebrow dance as he watched her walk away, his eyes falling down to scope the view of her ass blatantly.<b><i>Damn.</i></b><br/><br/>He then silently excused himself, and went to take a shower himself to get rid of the smell of chlorine from his dip in the pool. The shower was quick, and he changed into a pair of jeans shorts and a white T-shirt that hugged his muscular frame tightly. He dried his hair a bit, but left it undone and a little messy, and then exited room and moved toward the living room, and spotted Olivia who also seemed to be heading there.<br/><br/>-"<i><b>Wow!</b></i>" he exclaimed with a sharp whisper when he saw her, and offered her a wide grin. God<i><b>FUCKING</b></i>damn, those PJs could give him a heart attack. The two of them had just entered the living room which was already occupied, but he didn't care if the other islanders saw them. He walked up to her slowly, and rounded her, leaning in from behind while and speaking into her ear.<br/><br/>-"A dream indeed..." he said in his low, husky bass, referring to the text on her PJ top and that she looked so pretty that she had to be just that - a dream. As he spoke, his hands found their way down along her sides to her hips, grabbing onto them more firmly that time and pushed her shapely rear against him in a playfully rough manner, establishing an invisible form of dominance between the pair. He lingered there, lips and stubble just barely grazing her sensitive ear as he waited for her reaction. Maybe he had been too forward.