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</div><b>Name:</b>Marcus Heidrich<br/><b>Age:</b>28<br/><b>Sexuality:</b>Heterosexual<br/><b>Hometown:</b>München (Munich), Germany<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Sunday, 4th of July 2021<br/><b>Location:</b>Game grounds<br/><b>Wearing:</b>A very wet devil's outfit.<br/><b>Coupled With:</b>Arisa Victoria Taylor<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Brook (<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"/><div style="text-align: justify"><br/>
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There was just barely enough time to warm up from his dive into the pool. Bit by bit, the sensation was returning to his fingers and toes as he watched the others step forward. It was easy to see why some of them would prefer their secrets to remain just that... secrets, but in the environment where privacy was an illusion, no secret was beyond uncovering. Before he could even wrap his mind around some of them, his name was called. It was time for him to make that choice.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Mile high club..."</span> Marcus parroted softly, trying to remember all of the details about this particular name. He was certain that it involved sex in an airplane, but for the life of him, he could not remember if there was something else about it. His eyes wandered from one girl to the other, measuring each of them as he pinned stories he remembers to their faces... Aside from the game at the bar, precious few words were uttered beyond Arisa and Olivia. And so he began his own little judgment. Granted, at this point, he would want to deepen his bond with Arisa, but this was still a competition, one needed to be won.<br/>
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<i>'Right. Then let's think this logically.'</i> He thought to himself as he walked in front of girls, eyes measuring them up and down. It was most certainly a misfortune to have his suit wet and clinging onto his skin. Arisa was a model, undoubtedly traveled extensively, but she seemed just shy enough to avoid public sex... even if it was within the confines of an airplane's toilet. But what of Olivia? Her work would tie her down, but it did not exclude the possibility of vacations, gatherings, or just a random fingerful of spice to life. Yet still, she seemed far too dear to venture there. He kept on walking. For this, he thought, one would truly need to be 'adventurous', someone who will clench life with both hands and let the world be damned if they would leave it with regrets!<br/>
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And so... He stopped in front of Brook.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"You seem like you would have fun, up above in heavens, Fräulein (miss)."</span> Gentle hands cupped her cheeks, tilting her head upwards just a bit to align her lips with his. That first touch was brief, a brush of lip against lip to send a few jolts through the body, and alert of the coming deed. Then they parted and pressed against Brook's lips, still squirming ever so gently before it became deeper before his tongue would slip in unannounced and invite hers into a brief, heated dance. Fingertips brushed downward until she could no longer feel them touching her cheek, and Marcus broke the kiss and looked toward Laura. This was more of a gut feeling than an educated guess, but it was his and it was definitive.​</div>