<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mychicagotherapist.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/chris-evans-black-white-shirt.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Mick McIntyre (http://URL of Character Sheet)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>21:30, Sunday, June 1st<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Inside Sophia’s apartment<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Well past teasing<br/><strong>Content Rating:</strong>Definitely blushing<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sophia<br/><br/>Unsurprisingly, Mick offered zero resistance to Sophia’s wandering hands as they stripped him down. More of his flesh met more of hers as he stepped out of the last of his clothes and pressed against her, led by the grasp of her hand around his length. He could feel the steady thickening as she aroused him more with each little stroke of her hand across sensitive head.<br/><br/>More steam began to fill the room as the shower reached its full temperature and started to win the battle with the cottage’s central air conditioning. Mick felt little droplets of sweat start to dot at his forehead as he leaned into her and placed his palms flat on the surface of the vanity. His cock twitched a bit as she started to guide the head up and down the length of her slit, the wetness easily starting to coat the tip of his cock while he locked his gaze with her.<br/><br/>“No, I guess you aren’t stopping me, Sophia,” he said as his voice grew softer and the intensity of his gaze deepened. Mick kissed the younger girl’s forehead gently as his hips eased forward and the head barely pushed her ever-dampening lips apart. Once again, his lips curled into a mischievous smile, “But, I’m surely not going to sit her and let you waste much more water here.”<br/><br/>With that, he put his hands to her hips and lifted her tiny frame back up off the ledge of the sink. His lips sank against hers again in a deeper, more affectionate kiss now while he felt her let a bit of her weight against him. With a quick turn of his hips, Mick pivoted them toward the shower. One hand slid under her and both gripped her firmly on the backside and took more of her weight while his other hand pulled the glass door of the shower open.<br/><br/>The kiss finally broke as he carried her into the shower and his hand slipped out from under him to let her slip down to her feet on the floor. The water was hot on his back, and his hands ran up her sides and under her pert breasts, cupping them as he bent back down and whispered, “Of course, that doesn’t mean I think we actually need to shower.” As he spoke, one hand slipped back down her torso and found its way between her thighs, where a finger began to tease her slit by gently the lips.<br/>