<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/41/40/e7/4140e7edc9b17aacd7d8117d04509848.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Desiree De La Vega-Ortiz</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068748#msg13068748)<br/><strong>Time | Location:</strong>Evening | Outside the Ortiz house<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (http://luxefashionlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/AnaCher-tight-dress.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Clark<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Don't give her ideas...<hr/>She laughed, a genuine laugh that shook her shoulders, and tugged his hair slightly. "Canadian accent, eh? Unless Canada conquered Mexico at some point when no one was looking I'm not sure that'd be believable," she joked. Though he had to go and get bold on her after that, hinting at secrets. Something darker and hotter flashed in her gaze, as much a warning as it was a promise and a memory all rolled into one.<br/><br/>"Better be careful, Copper. You know I'm a fan of science and I can never resist a good experiment..." She pulled her hand away from him and sat up, reaching for the bag that had been sat beside her feet. "I might be inclined to test just how often you're in a position to see anything at all." It was already a proven fact that Desiree loved testing Clark and his limits. Especially when he was of a mind to try and tell her no. There were a few of those she'd managed to scale too, though others he'd remained firm on, which, under the right circumstances, could be kind of hot all on its own. There weren't many she'd met who could keep Desi from what she wanted.<br/><br/>"Damn, ok. Bossy," she huffed, opening her door to slide out of the car. Though the comment about cumming in his pants made her pause and look back, "mmm, no sweetie, let's save that for later." She winked at him then proceeded to stand, side stepping and closing the door behind her regardless of if he spoke again or not.<br/><br/>Desi was one of those women who enjoyed the process of taking time and care with her appearance. However, that did not mean it took her hours to get ready every time she decided to step out of the house. Heading inside and straight up the stairs, she noted that her mother seemed to not have returned and was likely heading straight to the HOA meeting that evening. That was fine with Desi. It meant less distraction. Slipping out of her jacket and shoes she considered what it was she wanted to wear.<br/><br/>All in all it took her twenty minutes to freshen up and redress. The dress she'd chosen perhaps pushed a few more boundaries than she would have gone with for hanging out in the neighborhood, but oh well. It covered the necessary bits and only teased at the possibility of revealing more, stretching and sliding in ways that might indeed make you think she'd flash her ass just bending over even a little bit. Besides, if the party proved to be entirely lame she was most definitely going to be tugging Clark off elsewhere. Even if it was just out to a club. She was already beginning to feel restless.<br/><br/>After paring down to the essentials so that it would all fit in the pockets of her coat without looking crazy, Desi made her way back out to Clark's ride. "Are we driving or dropping your car off?" She asked as she opened her door.