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</div>Name:</b>Matt Moreno<br/><b>Age:</b>28<br/><b>Sexuality:</b>Hetero<br/><b>Hometown:</b>Los Angeles, CA, USA<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Tuesday, July 6th, Evening<br/><b>Location:</b>Backyard -. Bedroom<br/><b>Wearing:</b>NOITHING<br/><b>Coupled With:</b>GRACE<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Grace (<a class="username" data-user-id="2019" data-username="Mellifluous" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2019/">Mellifluous</a>)<br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">Warning: NSFW POST</span></b><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>Matyt hadn’t the slightest problem being led through the villa, and indeed as he was moving along past the various Islanders at their pursuits he wore the widest grin that anyone looking at would be able to tell what he was about and was he was likely off to do.  Or more accurately, who.<br/><br/>Once they were past the kitchen and up the stairs, Matt and Grace apparently were on their way to the bathroom, where Grace displayed a keen memory as she recalled something the pair had discussed in passing but had not gotten to yet.  Stepping right into the kiss she offered, Matt let his tongue dance along Grace’s, his hands wrapping around her slim waist, capturing the silky material of her dress until she turned and offered him her back.<br/><br/>Taking her zipper in his hands, Matt pulled it down ever so slowly, letting the miniscule vibrations of the teeth separating feel like an erotic prelude for what was to come.  “I like your thinking, Miss Carter.”  Matt grinned, watching with heated eyes as first her dress and then her undergarments were discarded on the floor.  As Grace stepped into the shower, Matt disrobed and left his own clothes on the floor in a nearby pile, leaving little question to anyone walking in what only one running shower meant.<br/><br/>Moving into the running water behind her, Matt’s hands went once more around Grace’s waist this time from behind.   Moving against her, he let his water slicked body rub against her, his erection already firm and unyielding as he leaned in to kiss her shoulder before working his way up Grace’s neck.