<div class="floatleft">(http://www.dnamagazine.com.au/media/0/9573/2/jasonchambers4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ryan 'Private' Murray (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379624#msg12379624)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>San Francisco, California / August 2017 / 8:30 PM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Billie Tucker<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Spending Money<br/><hr/>Continued from here... (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250450.msg12517274#msg12517274)<br/><br/>A gentle smile touched Ryan's lips as Billie brushed her lips against his. There was a bit of a size difference between the two, making her rise up to her tiptoes to get that far, but he didn't mind much. Shorter girls tended to be more feisty, and feisty was what he was in the mood for tonight. His smile disappeared when she used his nickname, making him raise an annoyed eyebrow, but she had already pressed another kiss and snatched the key from his hand, making her way to their room, swaying her hips provocatively as she did so. She obviously knew her way around, although he couldn't tell if Georgie had met her before. Ladies of the night tended to be well know about the hotels and motels that they frequented alongside their clientele. And as he looked back at Georgie, the man had already abandoned his post at the front desk to hunt down his wife, Ryan decided that the further formalities required for acquiring a room could wait in light of more... pressing concerns.<br/><br/>Besides, Carla really would squeeze his cheeks, and that would be, in the words of the youths of this generation, a total boner killer.<br/><br/>He jogged after her, not quite reaching her before she opened the door and went inside. He'd been to the room before, and he already knew it by heart, almost like a second home. There was a considerable lighting up of the place with a woman inside, that much he knew, and he placed his helmet beside hers, not quite getting it right as his eyes were drawn to the fact that she was already stripping down, starting with her shirt. The helmet hit the ground and rolled.<br/><br/>"Dammit," He growled, a scowl touching his handsome face as he retrieved the matte black helmet and placed it instead on a chest of drawers, still distracted by the beautiful woman in the room with him. He pulled his patch off, not caring enough to find a place for it and dropping it on the ground, his eyes focused on her. He didn't bother to hide his arousal, no point really. Her breasts were just the perfect size, and the hoops through them were more than a little tantalizing, drawing his mind to playing with them with his tongue. Like a perfect portrait, the tattoo only helped to emphasize the perfection of the breasts above them. Below, he stomach was slime ad firm, curving delicately and prettily into soft, feminine hips, still covered by her shorts. Above, her neck was tall and elegant, her eyes looking at him like she was daring him to take his best shot. Her hair was relatively simply done, especially when it came to the other girls that had been hanging around the bar, but there was a hint of elegant and beautiful simplicity to it all, making for one hell of a sight. No wonder he'd been distracted.<br/><br/>He licked his lips as he came in closer to her, wrapping his powerful arms around her and pulling her closer, his hands coming down to settle on her waist, tugging her until she was pressed snugly against him, towering over her as he dipped his head to press his lips against her neck, her cheek, and then a soft kiss to her lips," You know... I think I'd like that," He said with a smile, kissing her lips as his thumbs hooking the top of her shorts and slowly pulling them down, curling around her hips and dropping past her thighs, and he let gravity do the rest as they slipped past her knees and tumbled to the carpeted ground. His hands trailed back up, tracing over her slim, toned thighs passing her underwear for the moment and coming up to cup her firm yet soft breasts as his lips found hers again.