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</div><b>Name:</b>Hans Huisman<br/><b>Age:</b>27<br/><b>Sexuality:</b>Hetero Sexual<br/><b>Hometown:</b>Atlanta<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Saturday, 3rd July, 2021<br/><b>Location:</b>bedroom.<br/><b>Wearing:</b>Grey long cotton pants and white fitted tshirt and then nothing apparently<br/><b>Coupled With:</b>Dom<br/><b>Tagging:</b><a class="username" data-user-id="9157" data-username="Sarita" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/9157/">Sarita</a><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/><br/><br/>Hans had always been aggressively measured. There were times you were not sure what side you were going to get. But when there was a switch, an internal one, that when it switched, it was easy for him to turn up the notches. He had been that way with Dom in the beginning, carefully playing the cards, trying to understand her for what she was, allowing her to reveal her true self to him. And that was exactly what seemed to be happening, and he was certainly taking it all in.<br/><br/>“Oh.?” He heard what she said, and it sank deep into his psyche. It was just the switch he needed. “Well then,” A little grin played on his face, as a fire like a spark lit in his eyes. Hans watched as she mounted, and he let it happen pressing his growing stiffness against her heat. He had a little ways to grow anyway, and she would certainly feel him move up a few points under her touch. But as quickly as Dom mounted him, Hans took control, grasping her hips and turning using the momentum, to push so that she would be under him. Those nearby would certainly be getting a show, watching as the covers moved. In the darkness underneath, he couldn’t see, but he felt her and she would certainly feel him spring free, the heaviness slapping against her stomach where his hands were just were. There was a fire in his touch, as his fingers slid down her frame, back to himself.<br/><br/>Those same hands now rid themselves of the layers of cloth that separated them, hands then going to hook against the waistband of her pink undies before sliding them down. And just like before, and perhaps just like always, he eventually always placed his chips all in, once he was sure of his decision. Though if there was any moment to break the momentum, he would slip his hands under the pillow to retrieve a little bit of silicon protection, because Hans was certainly responsible. Surely, if she wanted to break the flow herself, it could have been then. Their lips met again, under the huddle of the sheets, naked bodies intertwined, with not so muffled groans, the camera’s getting a bit of an early show. Hips pressing forward, as one hand gripped a familiar spot around her firm behind squeezing harder, as he pressed against her heated arousal, entering inch by inch...by...