<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQPVySjCpfU4hQrV02LREbJ2UMn9q46rP9cEateQcGpyo7fUrMq2g)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Corwin Lynch<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Dance Floor<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Night is Young <br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> As Shown<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Holly Outerbridge<br/></span><hr/>Long, calloused fingers splayed over the inside of her thighs, spreading them further open, a small part of him wanting to test at that kind of agility that she'd just displayed in getting rid of her g-string. His tongue lightly ran up the inside of her thigh, kissing and nipping all the way up. The 'old man' comment stung more than he'd ever admit, so he made her pay by taking his time, placing a kiss just above her lips, breathing the fire out of his lungs over her hips as one hand came up, running his fore and middle fingers up between her lips, pressing lightly at her entrance,  before running up over her clit and teasing it with slow, circular motions.<br/><br/>But Corwin wasn't built for teasing. It wasn't in his DNA, and even deny her was denying himself, so it didn't last long. His fingers dipped down lower as he leaned in to kiss her, running his lips over hers, letting her feel his teeth lightly pressing to the nub between them before running the rough, wet skin of his tongue over it, tasting her wetness, and suddenly wanting to taste more.<br/><br/>His hands came back up, gripping her hips and pinning her down on the comfortable surface of the couch, his lips pressing hungrily to her pussy. Again, she felt his teeth lightly grazing over her clit but his tongue was busy pressing into her, invading and exploring, hungrily eating her out like his life depended on it. She could feel his shoulders tighten underneath his still intact suit, pressing underneath her spread thighs, pushing her deeper into the couch, pushing and aching for more.<br/><br/>One hand parted from pinning her hips down to run up the firm muscles of her stomach, giving them appreciation along the way up. He stopped at the top of her dress, gripping the shoulder and pulling it down roughly, only slightly trying not to rip the fabric. He could feel it stretch, but he didn't look up from what he was doing, pulling it down and her bra too until her right breast was left hanging out. His hand immediately latches onto it, squeezing the pert nub between his thumb and forefinger. He moaned softly against her, his tongue working it's agile way deeper inside her, hungrily tasting her wetness and demanding more.