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<span style="font-size: 15px"><b>Name</b>: Stefano Rossi<br/>
<b>Age</b>: Twenty-Nine<br/>
<b>Date/Time</b>: 31 July - Saturday<br/>
<b>Location</b>: Villa, Kitchen<br/>
<b>Wearing</b>: <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2Fkf9MvAT.jpg&amp;hash=d6b15c969e3ff58042ecfc25b97ccaef" href="https://i.imgur.com/kf9MvAT.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">A Pop of Color</a><br/>
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<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> [Madelyn]</span></span><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">“Does everyone else call you Mads? I’d think I’d prefer to call you Madelyn, or maybe I’ll find another name that suits you.” The possibility of setting himself apart with the young blonde was Stefano’s main interest. But he had little time to think of that when he felt the cool liquid trailing down his abdomen, pooling just against his belly button. She seemed pretty confident in her abilities. Stefano wouldn’t necessarily call. It was a flex, but taking a shot without making a face wasn’t that hard – product of a wild bunch of teenage years. With that said, he didn’t mind the possibility of letting her win, not after she bit down on those pouty rose lips. Madelyn had an innocent face that flickered with a dangerous sensuality and he bet she could make a man do anything just by asking. He was unsure whether to watch the show or lay back and succumb to the pleasure of her lips on his body. It was a mixture of both as her tongue glided over his pec, warm and soft as it lapped at the bitter citrusy liquid.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">He leaned up slightly to meet her lips, smirking as the lemon was expertly sucked into her mouth and wedged between her teeth. Stefano gave a slanted grin. He could let her win, but that wouldn’t mean he wouldn’t accept the challenge, nor play a bit into it.<br/>
“Challenge accepted,” he said as he sat up, a bit sticky and glistening from the shot. Stefano dropped down to the floor, stepping out of the way to allow Mads a chance to get close to the counter.  Though, he trapped her in casually, one arm extended and his hand gripping the counter while the other reached for the shot glass and bottle perched on the other side of her.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Stefano leaned in close, his hand brushing the soft straggling hairs out of the way as he tilted Madelyn’s head to the side. His breath was warm against her neck as he licked against it before leaning toward her ear and whispering, “I don’t suppose you’ll give me a hint about your wish?” He placed some salt against her skin before reaching for the shot glass and tucking it between her breasts. He poured the tequila in, watching as it dripped along her breast, sliding down the middle. Stefano grabbed one of the wedges and placed it into Madelyn's mouth. He wanted the full body experience much the same as she had indulged in with him.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Stefano stared at her neck again, catching the sharp salty grain before he bent down to grab the shot glass with his mouth, tilting his head back. He didn’t waste any time between the warm liquid shooting down his throat and him leaning in to grab the wedge from Madelyn’s lips, shiny from lemon juice.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">“I hope you know I don’t intend to lose,” he teased. Though wasn't everyone a winner in the game of body shots? Staring at the ravishing figure wrapped up in the pretty coral dress, Stefano liked to definitely think he'd won already.</span>