<div class="floatright">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Carterkilt_zpsfb43cb43.jpg)</div>Name: Carter<br/>Location: tub, with Sandra<br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169412.msg7987093#msg7987093">Quote from: Stella Maris on 02-04-2013, 07:12:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She could feel him starting to relax and decided that she'd have to do something to get him awake, lest he slide under the water and drown. She was not about to be responsible for anyone dying on camera. Her first thought was to tweak a nipple, but her own position and sense of self-preservation nixed that idea. Her next thought, however, was more interesting. She ducked her head, a small grin on her face as she reached down into the water and shoved her hands down into the water, wrapping her hands around him, curious about how he'll compare to the other guys she'd felt up and more than a bit curious to see how he'd react. <strong>"No napping in the tub, inkboy. There is no way I'd be able to pull you out if you slid underwater."</strong><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Ah, there it was, that fascinating mixed sensation of pleasure and frustration. Strong, small hands on his cock, testing out his size, made him breathe out with a long 'whoosh' and his lazy smile to curl distinctly feline.<br/><br/>"Not gonna drown, I'm anchored," he teased and wiggled his arms, splayed loosely over the edges over the edge of the tub.<br/><br/>The rush of hormones and adrenaline burned away some of the muscle weakness from his migraine meds and he suddenly sat up, sending water sloshing everywhere and his bent thighs jerking Sandra into his chest.<br/><br/>"Well, then let me say hi back," he growled softly, leaning in to bite firmly at her bottom lip with only the threat of teeth and test how she'd react.