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John 'Axle' Winters<br/>
<i class="fas fa-spinner fa-spin"></i> Anger room<br/>
Mentions: <a class="username" data-user-id="4695" data-username="@MonsterMistress" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4695/">@MonsterMistress</a>​</div><br/>"I see..." the old soldier replied with a slight smirk as she explained her underwear preferences, and gladly gave her the space to let her pull off her shirt. As she grew more seductive, and assertive, he gave a soft laugh in his low, gravelly voice and nodded, looking at her. "Yes, ma'am."<br/><br/>As if to put her slightly at ease about exposing herself, he took a moment to pull off his own shirt and toss it into the room as well, granting her a rare look at his body and its few bionic parts. His metal arm was clearly made to resemble and move just as smoothly as his other, regular arm and shoulder, while some small parts had been visibly built into his shoulder and side as well in order to integrate it seamlessly with the rest of his normal body. As far as his flesh and blood body went, it was clear that he trained often and maintained his musculature, though it wasn't excessive. A tattoo of a serpent coiled around his regular arm, and on his sides were some other, smaller ones.<br/><br/>After discarding the item of clothing, he crawled onto the bed a little further and leaned in for a passionate kiss, applying his tongue in a different way while he let one hand warm and the other chill her body as they roamed it. From her beautifully accentuated chest over her ribs to her bare stomach his palms and fingers slid, taking in every inch of her form, then they ascended from just under the hem of her pants at her lower back, up along her spine to the clasp of her bra which came swiftly undone. Axle pulled away then, though not without a wolvish little bite of her lip, to let both of them recover some of their breath and get the garment out of the way, throwing it aside somewhere into the room.<br/><br/>It seemed he hadn't yet begun to sate his hunger, instead the man was eager to stoke the fire in her a little hotter still. One hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against her lips before pressing between them, while he licked down into her neck. The other hand groped each of her breasts unapologetically but rolled teasingly slow over her nipples, before descending over the length of her body and sliding its metal fingers under the hem of her leather pants. Further down even, slipping inside her underwear to explore - and by the careful precision of his movements, it was clear he could feel just as well with those specialized artifical fingers as he could with the others.