<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>Very naked, very aroused<br/><strong>Content Rating:</strong>Not for the faint of heart<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sophia<br/><br/>Mick let her lead him until she was back against the tile while he kept himself hunched to ensure that his finger never lost its place as it teased her lips. A small chuckle pushed from his chest at her remarks about eventually needing one. “By the time we’re done, we might be out of hot water,” he replied, lifting his head to nip her ear lightly and laugh softly against her flesh.<br/><br/>With deliberate pace and precision, he started to push the single digit past her lips and into her folds, feeling the clench of her walls around his finger. Instinctively, his hips pushed forward as she wrapped her now-dampened hand around his cock. The warmth from her flesh, no doubt aided by the water that flowed down over his shoulder, helped him to thicken even further in her grasp.<br/><br/>As he slid a second finger into her, stretching the petite girl’s walls just a bit, his opposite hand reached for her wrist, slowing her pace as she stroked him. Gently, Mick pulled her hand away, pinning her wrist to the wall. Before she could protest, he picked up the pace of the thrust of his fingers, and found his voice enough to speak again. “I want to focus on making sure you cum first,” he said, a bit of a rasp finding its way into his voice. “And I won’t listen to you argue it, after the night you’ve had, Sophia.” Mick’s fingers slipped out a bit, traced up her lips, and found her clit. With a small, circular motion of his wrist, he began teasing her there, and felt the slight shift of her weight as he found her center. His shoulder dipped a bit, pressing against hers as leaned down more, and whispered just enough to be heard, “Is that it, Sophia? Did I find the spot?<br/>