<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/cf/18/3c/cf183c3e2503e0310868d145c619a541.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gabriel Archibald<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Guest<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 2nd | 3pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Patio out back<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>jeans, sort of<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Charlie<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>none<hr/><br/>She teased him, her voice filled with humor and seductive indulgence as she removed even further obstacles between herself and his grasp. The curves of her breasts drew him in, held his attention hostage, and nothing she said or did made his intention waver. She was cute with her flirtatious quips and teasing gestures, but he was already looking past that and to the clearly freely hedonistic side of her that made her practically mount him where he sat. She was as close as she could get without it being classified as fucking. He was interested in removing that line. The moment she paused, thick thighs between his knees and tits directly in his line of vision, he gave in to his own aroused greed.<br/><br/>Gabriel's arm wound around the girl's waist and pulled her in, firmly and without the courtesy of a gentle touch on a stranger's skin. His knees parted to make room for her up against his body, and when he had her there he kept his arm possessively around her. "It's what I do," he replied to her trouble comment, looked up at her and licked his lips before they stretched in a cocky grin and pushed her hoodie off one shoulder with his free hand. The desire to look at what he'd fully revealed of her body now was strong, but so was the urge to watch for her reaction. He tilted his head to be able to keep watching her ridiculously beautiful face, and pressed his thick lips to her chest, just where the swell of her breast began.<br/><br/>"Fuck it..." He then groaned onto her skin and changed pace again. He cupped her breast, weighed it in his palm and caught her nipple between his lips. The first touch was no more than a kiss, but then he toyed with the perked up tip with his tongue and teeth. He circled it, dragged his tongue back and forth over it, wiggled onto it and caught it lightly between his teeth before he looked up at her again and sucked the nipple into his mouth with a satisfied moan.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, his hold on her waist loosened and his grip moved down the generous arch of her hips to the curve of her ass and he caught new hold on the cheek of her ass, pressing her to him again. His jeans surrendered their pitiful attempts to contain his cock and it was trapped between them with her tiny little denim shorts in the way of more contact. "More?" He asked, voice deep and a little gravelly when he let go of one nipple and moved over to the other to repeat the caress, his hand staying on the first one to toy idly with the nipple, slick from being in his mouth.