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</div>Name: Hayley Carter<br/>Age: 24<br/>Date/Time: Sat July 31<br/>Location: Villa - cabana by the pool<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/>Her breath hitched in her throat and a deep red blush spread across her cheeks. Hayley half expected something like this to happen, but feeling his lips upon her own, so soft and teasing, it was like a jolt crashed through her entire being. Her heart leapt and her breath stilled. When her lip was finally freed from the confines of his, she let out the breath she’d been holding, a soft airy chuckle escaping with it.<br/><br/>Then the topic took a turn that Hayley should have expected and yet still came as a total surprise to her. The image he had in his head soon found its way into hers, and her mind only added to that image. While she lay in his bed, completely laid bare except her heels, he stood at the foot of the bed with nothing on his person except for a scrumptiously devious smile. His next question only made that smirk in her head look all the more dangerous as he moved closer and ontop of her. Her heart flipped some more and a gasp escaped her throat when he teased her ear.<br/><br/>Just as he mentioned it, she opened her eyes finding that same smirk in her mind matching the one on his face right in front of her. “I uh…” her voice came out as barely above a whisper, clearing her throat to try and bring it back, “I’m not sure if I’m being honest. I must admit I am not entirely experienced in that department.” She then blinked and sat straight up, realizing what that sounds like. She waved her hands and shook her head, “oh! Not that I’m not experienced at<i>all</i>, just, you know, the kinky side of, uhm, well, sex. The few times I’ve been have been rather straight forward and to the point, if you get what I mean. So, ehm…I willll… probably find out when I am ever in the situation I guess?” She finally said with a shrug, letting out a shaky laugh, her face almost as red as her dress as she averted her eyes in her embarrassment. “So I Uhm…take it that you<i>are</i>into, you know, that stuff?” She dared asking, glancing over at him while trying to make it seem (and failing to do so) like she is more interested in her shoe strap, in hopes of creating a facade of nonchalance to the conversation that so very obviously has her nervous.