<div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dHmEUfxoMc/SOqqOY6N1jI/AAAAAAAAAGI/T-Cnskxmz6g/s1600/jenry19.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>What's your character's name?<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee | Bartender<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>July 14th, 2018 | Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Aaron's Apartment<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Practically nothing.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Erica<strong>Mentioned:</strong>-<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Sexy Time<hr/><br/>He couldn't be blamed for this, right? This was supposed to be a moment of significant progress, but that just didn't seem to matter at all when his lips touched hers and her luscious little body collided into his. Suddenly, he was thrust into this state of intense longing, and nothing really seemed to matter aside from the contact between the two. He slid muscular arms around her, holding her close to him as they kissed with an uninhibited passion. Her words to him, when their kiss finally broke, were enough for him to assign a jolly 'fuck you' to their evening plans.<br/><br/>As she tore away at his clothes, he did the same to hers. Her top and bra gotten rid of, his coarse, strong hands slid down her back to grope her perfectly curved ass through her skirt. They'd done this dance plenty of times before, and yet in never grew any more graceful. He heard the button rip off his shirt, heard it clack against the hardwood floor. At the moment, he couldn't give less of a shit about it.<br/><br/>He grinned as he fell back onto the mattress, his expression taking on a more devious look as she tugged at his slacks and boxer briefs. His cock stood stiff and proud in the darkened room, and luckily wouldn't go long without attention. She all but pounced, straddling him and quickly guiding him inside of her. A low groan of pleasure escaped his throat as he felt his cock slowly delve deeper into her heated sex, stretching her inner walls in its exploration. Fuck, it felt so good inside her. The way she clenched around him sent shivers up his spine. A heady cloud of lust was overtaking him, and nothing else really mattered.<br/><br/>His hands slid along her thighs, up her skirt, to rest on her hips as they gyrated with an almost hypnotic sensuality. "You got that right..." He replied with a smirk before moving in to kiss her full, painted lips--well, mostly painted. Some smearing had occurred-- with a lustful aggression. He began to guide her hips with his hands, bringing her to grind against him, his length sliding in and out of her at an increasing pace while their lips collided.