<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/64/Burnout-Clint.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Clint Shaw</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8644358#msg8644358)<br/><strong>Car</strong>: Nissan 240sx (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/Clint-240SX.jpg)<br/><strong>Appearance</strong>: Worn out Levi Jeans, Brown timberland boots, Black T-shirt, now cowboy hat<br/><strong>Location</strong>: By pool on the grass<br/><strong>Tag</strong>:  Star<br/><strong>Listening</strong>Star's random music mix<br/><hr/><br/>Clint let a smile spread across his face when Star did the opposite of what he expected by stretching and showing off her cute tits. If she expected a little flash to be enough to get him going she was barking up the wrong tree and Clint was about to make it clear. His hands remained in place despite her weak attempts to slap him away. "One....no no...I want two." Clint insisted, his hands cupped her breasts, making it harder for her to recover herself. His hips rolled slowly, giving her a little hint on what he could deliver if they ever did decide to fuck and get rid of all that sexual tension! "Two sunday breakfasts...deal?" He counter offered, the stipulation to their bet was just more fuel to their competitive natures.<br/><br/>Star would be unable to deny that she was turned on, her body had betrayed her but his own jeans were feeling a bit snug at that moment. His hands slowly slid away from her breast, the calloused skin of his hands sliding along the path of stars that ran down her body. "Me cheat....you have me all wrong darling, when have I ever cheated?" He asked with a little grin. "Ohh I like biscuits and gravy, I hope you can cook."