<strong>Name:</strong>Remus (Remy) de la Cruz Gaston<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Masseuse/ Singer<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Restaurant<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>A sheer black sundress and pair of purple lacy panties.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Izzy, open<br/><br/>Remy glanced away and smiled a bit as the girl reached over to brush his hair. It was a touchingly sweet gesture after the lust charged session they had just had. As much as the little French boy enjoyed getting fucked like a sex toy, the lewdapolis islands would never hammer out his homeland's penchant for romantics. So the tiny gesture almost won as much points with him as fucking his brains out did. "R-Remy is fine...if you'd like..." he said softly, more than willing to let her call him by his nick name, considering how intimate they had already been. He looked back up at her and smiled when she gave her name, however when she leaned in to whisper something he felt himself shudder under her hot breath, the heat almost making him melt all over again. "The ummmm...pleasure, was all mine mademoiselle....I mean, Izzy..." he trailed off, giving her another bashful smile.<br/><br/>However with the way she started scooting closer to him and petting his hair Remy was starting to feel like she may forgo their little "date" in favor of taking him all over again. The idea was...enticing, to say the least, but part of him really did want to spend some actual time with her before he spread his legs for her again. Then again given how good he was at resisting her cock the first time he imagined he probably wouldn't put up much resistance if she actually pushed the matter. He let out a soft sigh as her fingers trailed through his soft raven black hair. The feeling was relaxing, calming, and the boy didn't really seem to notice the more..."possessive" nature of how she was petting him, he simply saw it as the girl being sweet, not really seeing the ulterior motives in it. What he did see the ulterior motives in, however, were the words she whispered to him "that's fine...after all I don't think my body would be able to resist your hands even if I wanted to.." he whispered back, having calmed down enough to manage a sly wink.<br/><br/>Without another word Remus smoothly slipped out of his chair and up to his feet, a rather impressive feat considering Izzy had fucked his ass hard enough to render most people unable to walk. After all this wasn't exactly his first time taking such a pounding, though it was one of the few times his lover in question was actually interested in going out afterwards. Most futa seemed to come to the island with a sort of bucket list in their minds, and it seemed that "Fuck a french femboy" was securely under the "hit it and quit it" category for most. It was actually kind of odd to think that after a year here he had never actually had any kind of girlfriend or meaningful relationship....then again perhaps he was getting ahead of himself considering this woman had just casually fucked him in a china shop without giving him her name first, it probably wouldn't be right to assume too much of whatever they were gonna do together. "my heart on the other hand...that's a different story. After all you never did buy me dinner in the end" Remy teased, holding out his hand to her, ready to go out and visit some of the other shops and stalls.