<div class="floatright">(http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g9/2C00L4SCH00L/male-model.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Xavier Diaz<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bedroom 1<br/><strong>With:</strong>Leda<br/><br/>No answer yet? What was taking the person so long? Xavier began to wonder if maybe he was hearing things. That was impossible, though. The both heard it. In fact, Leda was-...<br/><br/><em>Oh, no.</em><br/><br/>Xavier looked down as Leda's backside jutted out in his direction as she leaned her ear to the door to get a better listen of the other side. Yes, he couldn't see anything due to the shit, but he didn't really need to. It was the arch in he back that did it.<br/><br/>The pounding in Xavier's chest started to quicken its pace. It was an all too familiar rush. One that brought him back home. He knew he should have resisted it, but he had been holding back for so long, he wasn't sure if he could. Actually, that wasn't entirely true. It wasn't happening because he was holding back for so long. It was Leda herself.<br/><br/>As Leda's ear was pressed against the door, she would see both of Xavier's hands pressing against it as well. He was supporting himself as he leaned over her. Suddenly, she would feel the fabric of Xavier's shorts press up against her firm ass, a hard bulge noticeable underneath. This was it. He had taken a chance, and wasn't looking back.