<div class="floatleft">(https://65.media.tumblr.com/3bc240ec7380ce6e214b2388d48ef03e/tumblr_mwsld7YGQf1qhv5sho10_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Miles Radnie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370610#msg12370610)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Dara Kurova<br/><strong>Content:</strong>-<br/><hr/>It might have been fun to tear her little speech about normal and constants apart, but he instead only laughed as she confused herself and waved it off. It wasn't going to happen anyway, so he was content to just move right along to the next thing. Then again, what next thing was there really? Jokes about his body, her riding him of course!<br/><br/>“See for yourself,” He smirked, watching her little peeks at him that she had been so good about keeping from herself. He didn't mind, but her reactions were far more appealing to him then he was prepared to admit. “Are... Are you blushing?” He inquired, sitting up and scooting his knees up to – mostly – hide himself while she looked at him – purely for her benefit. “Have I uncovered the truth? Does Dara have a thing for me?”<br/><br/>“I mean, I couldn't blame you. Look at me? I'm like every American girls dream!” He snickered, then paused and dropped his gaze – once again – all over Dara's barely clothing contained body. “Then again,” He murmured, licking at his lips. “Maybe I've got a thing for you. I do keep coming back after all.” He poked the blanket with a finger, watching it sink into the sand. “You should model for me.” He agreed finally.<br/><br/>“Here I'll go first,” Before he had even finished the last word his body popped from existence only to reappear standing right in front of her – or rather right in her line of view. Instead of being cleverly hidden or casually ignored he was clearly flaunting himself for her... And answering all of those questions that she had. Miles had his arms stretched out at his sides so that she could see everything to do with his front. The nicely firmed muscles of his arms and legs, to the slightly defined core; The nice patch of hair that ran from between his pecs and down a nicely kept trail down his belly leading into a even more nicely man-scaped bush neatly trimmed like decoration to his generous jewel – Miles was most assuredly a shower not a grower. Miles wasn't a particularly hairy man, but he wasn't void of it; the dark patches did good to compliment his slightly darker olive-esque skin tone.<br/><br/>“Eh? Ehhhh?” He questioned, slowly padding around on the spot, turning around to show her everything about himself. On the back side she got to see the sculpting of his shoulders, which was actually probably one of the more defined places about him – he did a lot of things like rock climbing, and ledge hanging, all things that resulted in well muscled shoulders.