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</div><b>Name: </b><a class="link link--internal" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fblackdahliaroleplaying.com%2Fthreads%2Fare-you-the-one-character-sheets.22364%2Fpost-354226&amp;hash=50a848917d0fba087cf021c830e12b74" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/are-you-the-one-character-sheets.22364/post-354226">Antonio Silva</a><br/><b>Age:</b>27<br/><b>Date/Time: </b>Sat July 31 - 14:00<br/><b>Location: </b>Villa<br/><b>Wearing: </b>See Picture - now shirtless, waving white shirt in hand above head.<br/><b>Logged in with:<br/>
Tagging:</b>Myra<a class="username" data-user-id="2982" data-username="emesu" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2982/">emesu</a><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><i><b>Don't tempt me<br/>
</b></i><br/><b><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 0, 204)">I'd like to but if we finish that bottle I won't be able to walk tomorrow</span></i></b><br/><br/>Antonio's eyes were glazed over but only half of his intoxication level was attributable to the 3 beers and 2-3 ounces (or so) of tequila he had whisked down over the previous 20 minutes. The other half was due to the lust he felt for the confident and courageous woman that was laying down in front of him still on the bar.  "<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">Let's do one more. We'll never get to relive our first night on a reality show ever again."</span></b>he chirped down with a wink.  "<b><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">I'm picking your spot this time</span></i></b>." he declared.<br/><br/>His eyes then gazed down at his own 6-pack before slipping both of his thumbs down the center of his abs before hooking between the waistband of his dark pants and his skin.  He tugged outward a few times to insure there was just enough give to slip a shot glass in.  Needing a little more tightness, he pushed the waistband of his pants down an inch or two, leveraging the extra meat his ass provided to provide the perfect amount of tightness on his front side.<br/><br/>The result of his lowered hem line showed off his clearly defined V  and allowed Myra to see that he had a little happy trail that started 3 or 4 inches under his belly button before hiding behind the thick, white band of his Ralph Lauren briefs. Antonio's thumbs then left the front of his waist to pull Myra down from the bar.<br/><br/>Once she was standing in front of him, his right hand grabbed a shot glass while his left thumb hooked back under his waistband. However, this time the hook of his thumb, just behind the button of his pants also included the band of his briefs.  If she was looking down, she would see his dark, short trimmed patch of pubic hair. The level of intoxication was now showing as it took him a second try before he wedged the shot glass securely between his pants and skin of his body.<br/><br/>He then carefully poured the glass full of tequila however couldn't help but to pour a few streams of the euphoric poison against the top pair of his abdominal muscles.  Streams formed around his ridges before eventually dripping down his pants and a few drops ending up in the shot glass.  "<b><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">It's time you get on your knees for me and swallow Myra!</span></i></b>" He winked hoping she wouldn't leave him hanging.