<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BFFF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Jerry Dawson</span></span></span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/52369226-3528-4ca1-91bb-aab87f83ff6d_zpsf1eea54c.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Jerry had answered her kiss just as desperate and passionate as hers had been and he could already feel the effects in his body. When Ivy handed him his clothes he took them but dropped them right on the bed again, grabbing Ivy instead at the waist and throwing her over his shoulder. She had been too surprised to resist him, but she did when he headed into the direction of her bathroom. Jerry just laughed out loud and gave her a slap on her bare little ass.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"You wanted me to stay longer, well I have to shower anyway, I can do it at home or here. And honestly I prefer you to soap me..."</span><br/><br/>With Ivy still over his shoulder he reached into the shower and turned the water on. He could feel her fists drumming on his back, but it just turned him on some more. He hadn't lied to her, he needed a shower badly but he knew that this shower would probably take much longer than driving home and showering there would have. Still he wanted to leave her on a high note and not in that mood she had been earlier. And some showering together would surely light up their moods. Ivy still tried to get down from his shoulder, but he held her merciless in place and chuckled.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"If you don't start to behave like some sweet little girl, I will start our shower with cold water, honey. It's your decision whether you want warm water running over body or you prefer to have goosebumps all over your skin. I am just such a mean little bastard that I would do that to the girl I like..."</span></div>