<div class="floatleft">(http://img692.imageshack.us/img692/5767/341f140c18678a8c6d6f99c.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Yuri Lowell<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dining Hall<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Sashira<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"You first,"</strong>he responded through gritted teeth, feeling her lips at his neck and tail at his crotch. It was hard to resist, but his male pride demanded he carry on the battle. If she could play dirty, so could he. Wiggling an arm between them, he attempted to push her off, "accidentally" grabbing one of her breasts firmly in the process, squeezing it repeatedly with his fingers. The other hand wrapped itself around her waist, attempting to push her away before she could roll him onto his stomach. That couldn't happen or he'd lose for sure.