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</div>Name: Hayley Carter<br/>Age: 24<br/>Date/Time: Sat July 31<br/>Location: Villa - at the bar<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"/>Hayley knew she should have expected it. All of it. Seeing now his entire upper body bare for her viewing, as if presenting himself to her like a delectable dish that she would lightly salt as per his instructions. The lower they went, the more her cheeks were burning with embarrassment, but her eyes were burning with desire.<br/><br/>Eventually, she had to remind herself that a bit of liquid courage was right there in her hand in a shot glass. Trying to ignore the fact that they had an audience, both in the rest of the house as well as the myriad of cameras set up around the place, she downed the alcohol, throwing it back and slamming the glass onto the counter just next to the hunk she somehow managed to get interested in her. The next moment, she lowered herself just enough to let her tongue slip out from between her lips and teeth and very lightly touch at his skin just above the waistband of his pants. He was warm, and maybe it was the bit of alcohol talking, but delicious.<br/><br/>Her eyes peered up at him as she glided up along his abdomen, licking all the salt that had been sprinkled there. Then, she stood back up straight and went in for the lime. Because he was leaning against the counter, she had to lean into him to reach it, her hands on either side of his hips just above his pants. Then, she bit and sucked at the pulp, a grin forming on her lips.