She was looking at him with the mischief in her eyes. Those wide hips swayed, showing off fertility. And for a moment he could do nothing else but think how good it would feel to pump her full of seed. Violent, erratic thrusts that would spill his end. Was after wad of potent cum jammed deep by a pumping, spurting cock. Every jam would get a spasm out of her. He could nearly feel it already, oh how her cunt would milk him for every drop, would prolong his orgasm as she would squirt out her own. Her body would spasm, undulate under him as an offering to him. Legs wide, nails digging into his skin as she'd demand more. Would need more. He would fill her up to the brink. Once he would draw back, her cunt would be leaking their love juices like a broken tap. They'd use the blonde to clean her up as he would use Skylars mouth.<br/><br/>She approached with a daring look. Facing him. Perhaps it would be a good thing to fuck her like that. Perhaps it would wipe the arrogant look of her face. Then again. He swallowed as she looked down. Her open stare, then the sound which he understood as approval. Fuck. That made that hard cock jerk in the confines of boxers and jeans. He was so fucking hard. Seeing the two touch each other. He could nearly taste the lust from the air he breathed. The fishnets as she crossed her legs did nothing to help his concentration. But as he finally settled in a speaking rhythm to tell and perhaps ask her what she should do, it was momentarily better. It was then he did notice that Imari was only physically present. Her mind seemed... far off.<br/><br/>When he was done with his short monologue the blondes sweet voice chimed in. But her words. Yes, send her to Nevada. That would be better. But breaking in? His imagination took a run with his again. How he'd groan as he'd hold her in an arch by her hair, perhaps by a belt around her neck, slowly sinking inch after inch into her ass. Yes. Breaking in indeed. A shrug from him as he tried to gain the ability to concentrate on the task at hand once more. But that line of thought had him hammering two fingers of his hand into one cunt and two of the other in the other. While taking turns to taste skin. Jesus. Quit it man.<br/><br/>When Skylar husky voice replied, his eyes jerked towards her to catch her gaze. He was trying to break the bonds of the atmosphere she was oozing out. Perhaps for the creature in front of him, which he only recognized as human (and what a specimen it was) this was all about the long term. With a lifespan as long as hers, how could it be otherwise? For the man in front of her it was mostly about getting through this conversation without slipups or without anyone crying foul and destroying his career. Trying to get rid of her? Damned right. If not, he'd fucking use her up. And what good would that do to his career. As a marine he was trained to make estimates about dangers, calculate risks. And she, she was a big one. But as a marine he was also trained to never back down from a fight. And she would prove a worthy adversary.<br/><br/>Before he could respond, the blonde chimed in again. That sultry type, a perfect counter to the rougher edges of her friend, ehhh girlfriend. He watched the slender fingers on that fishnet. On that powerful muscle. But it remained there, no. It travelled upwards. And his gaze followed. God. Spread those legs. He nearly whispered it, hadn't he? For a second he wondered if he had whispered it out loud. Best qualities.<br/><br/>That hand travelled up, to the pretty features. And as the brunette did give the thumb a bite, he did groan. It was a soft sound, low in his throat. He tried to hide it, but there was no denying. Was there a glint of that stud of the tongue piercing too? That hand slipped up into the hair. It was eroticism personified. The two were nearly making out in front of him. Where was the professional demeanor of the blonde? Where was the conservative responses she always gave him? He was sure her hand was trembling. His own legs uncrossed. He needed the room. Spread slightly to give that thick bulge some relief. His breath was deepening. Pushing out that muscled chest against the tight fabric of the shirt he was wearing. Showing off his chiseled physique unwittingly.<br/><br/>The hand lingered before dropping back to the inner thigh. For that to happen there was now a lot of flesh on display of the brunette. He could see the tops of her stockings. That in itself nearly made him groan out. His eyes on that hand as Imari spoke. Her words drawing him out of his reverie. It was as if time itself was slowing down. As if things happened in slow motion. His eyes on the blondes lips as her words formed. A perfect fit. Oh wait. A decadent fit. Ugh. Jesus. Yes. And even as the brunette giggled and got her own hand on that thigh. He could not help himself. His own hand dropped to that thick bulge, giving it a gentle squeeze.<br/><br/>That spurred him into action though. That same hand came up as he moved forward. His fingers slipping into the blondes hair. She was closer, but perhaps it was done for jealousy purposes too. His hand in her hair immediately tightened. Pulling her towards him. His gaze locking with hers. "Are you sure Imari?" But before she could respond, his lips were pressed against hers. His legs spreading, his left hand coming into play, dragging her off the couch. Aiming to have her end up between his legs. Already his hand was drawing her downwards, not attempting to have her straddle him. Two more quick pecks on her lips. His voice took on a more commanding tone. "If you want your girlfriend in, you better work for it.". His hand guiding her towards that throbbing bulge. Intent clear.<br/><br/>He looked up over the hourglass figure he was manipulating. Just for a moment before his hips pushed out slightly. Slouching a little more in the seat, to give Imari more room. He didn't even say anything to Skylar then. Was it a challenge? Was it to check if she would do anything? Scream bloody murder for what he was doing to her partner? He wasn't even sure himself. The man used his left hand then to drag up his shirt slightly to show those tight abs.