<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/41/40/e7/4140e7edc9b17aacd7d8117d04509848.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Desiree De La Vega-Ortiz</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068748#msg13068748)<br/><strong>Time | Location:</strong>Evening | Someone unknown person's pool<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><del>This (http://luxefashionlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/AnaCher-tight-dress.jpg)</del>black panties<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jake | Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Irritated and Annoyed over being irritated.<hr/>If Desi didn't know any better she'd have said Jake seemed almost... disappointed? She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but whatever 'it' was it both surprised and irritated her. Surprised her because she hadn't been expecting him to back off so easily. Irritated her because it seemed that it mattered that he seemed... whatever the hell he seemed. It even crossed her mind to try and rectify the situation.<br/><br/>As he backed away from her though her lips parted as if she might speak but ultimately Desi knew she wasn't going to call out to him or try to backtrack. She simply didn't get down like that. She liked him but she wasn't going to plead with him to stay. If he wanted to leave, then fine. Instead of trying to pull him back her arms crossed over her chest, not so much covering her tits as it did push them up, and her tongue ran over teeth, her lips pursing briefly as she gave her own nod. "Okay, papi."<br/><br/>She gave him a last lingering look before she turned away from him and went over to where her own clothes had been set aside, but rather than dress she began fishing in the pocket of her coat for her lighter and the blunt she had hidden there. She might have been in someone else's yard but right about now she gave zero fucks.<br/><br/>