<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/5c/75/59/5c755911ea51d73bff3a01972b30a5b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dara Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Santa Ana, CA -> Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Miles Radnie<br/><strong>Content:</strong>F'ing Abduction!<br/><hr/>You know for someone with higher processing abilities, she sure was slow on the uptake!  Then again she was still kind of caught up on the shock that he had come to her<i>first</i>for once. I mean, she really had no idea how to take this. The world didn’t seem like it was ending… As a matter of fact, it looked to her like they were in just about any northerner’s dream paradise. So what gives? What was this thing they needed to have a talk about and – Jesus fuck, he was unbuttoning his pants!<br/><br/>Now while Dara wasn’t exactly well known for modesty, she might have actually felt uncomfortable with the situation hadn’t it been for the quick succession of events. She had absolutely no problem with him taking off his shirt – as a matter of fact she was vaguely aware that she’d been absentmindedly ogling him while she was trying to figure out how the world had turned upside down. Could you blame her though? Miles kept himself in peak condition and there was just<i>something</i>about the way his muscles rolled beneath his flesh that made her brain go a little fuzzy. Huh, maybe<i>that</i>was why she was having a hard time processing things - Everything was all his fault! However, as he began to remove his pants she was made painfully aware of the fact she was staring at him like a complete derpasaurus.<br/><br/>It was then that she felt color stealing its way up her neck and tainting her high cheeks, but that moment of humiliation didn’t last long before the second those boxers came into view she could do little more than burst out laughing. ”Seriously?!” She tossed her hair back with a wide grin, eyes glittering with mirth as she studied the heart splattered monstrosity with perhaps a little<i>to much</i>attention to detail.  ”Oh my<i>god</i>, I am totally stealing those at some point.” She proclaimed shamelessly as she started to follow after him, laughter still heavy on her lips.<br/><br/>Her chucks and socks were kicked off carelessly, and just him, her jean shorts were the first thing to come off. With a little shimmy of her round hips it wasn’t long before the shorts dropped around her ankles and were discarded with a same care as everything else thus far – none. Thankfully she wasn’t going commando today, and while her boyshort panties weren’t nearly as<i>interesting</i>as his boxers, they were star speckled all over the place in varying shades of blue and purple with a white backdrop. A second later and her shirt joined the messy pile of clothing, her back arching in just the right way to display how the lacy blue fabric already strained over the ample swell of her breasts that much more apparent. It was clear the brassiere was perhaps a cup-size to small for her, but Dara was honestly the kind of tight-wad to keep her clothing until they were to small her breasts had to literally be<i>exploding</i>out of them.<br/><br/>”Show off!” She called after him – for perhaps the billionth time since they’ve known each other - as she pranced her way into the water after him. ”Damn straight!” She snorted and rather than dipping straight into the water, the first thing on her agenda was tackling his heart speckled ass! ”Now tell me what this<i>talk</i>thing is about!” She growled playfully as she tried to snake her arms around his neck and dunk him down into the water.