<div class="floatleft">(https://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2014/04/14/article-2604025-1D18244300000578-741_634x913.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Corinne Bailey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339010.msg16079073#msg16079073)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>15/01/22 - Early evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Three Broomsticks<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><del>Same as picture with this coat (https://64.media.tumblr.com/7c94cffc9d75ffb507328f0c70642442/tumblr_q2e0svb3Vx1w61gczo1_1280.jpg) and these stiletto boots (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/39/46/d0/3946d03dbcc1df984ba854e5d7ef10cf.jpg)</del>Nothing<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Forget the tea!<br/><strong>Mood Music:</strong>Need To Know - Doja Cat (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dI3xkL7qUAc)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ibrahim Berkes (Heartsink)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Corinne chuckled at Ibrahim’s comment about wanting to be exhausted by the end of the night, biting her lower lip as she contemplated just how much work it would take to get him to that point. “I’d love that too,” she giggled. “Something tells me I’d get there before you.” And it wouldn’t be a surprise, considering just how in shape he was.<br/><br/>As she moved to the bathroom, there was an extra sway in her step, knowing that her boyfriend was admiring her butt on the way over. When she finished in the bathroom and emerged into the room again, she noticed that Ibrahim had spent some time enjoying his tea. She smiled at that – her boyfriend and his tea – it was always a sight to see.<br/><br/>She licked her lips as she stood naked in the doorway, her gaze falling downward and admiring her boyfriend’s semi-hard cock, which even without being at full hardness hung heavily between his thighs. After inquiring about round two, she chuckled when Ibrahim offered to let her pick where it would take place.<br/><br/>Corinne bit her lower lip as she watched him start to stroke his cock, the sight alone making her swallow audibly. He mentioned that he could even be rougher if she wanted him to. “I like it rough,” she whispered back. “You can be as rough as you’d like to be with me,” she murmured, figuring that even though he was offering to be rough, he wouldn’t actually be so rough that she couldn’t handle it.<br/><br/>“What about… against a wall? Maybe against the window, even?” She pointed to the wall behind her, and then to the window framed by long curtains which could easily be opened to show the evening view of Hogsmeade. “Someone might watch us, though…” she commented, wondering if that was something Ibrahim was open to. She approached the window and opened the curtains just enough to let her face peer through.