<div class="floatleft">(https://saucemonsters.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/Phoebe-Tonkin-20.gif)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Corinne Bailey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339010.msg16079073#msg16079073)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>18th August, 2022 | 9 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Luxury tent | Quidditch Trillenium Stadium<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Same as picture with these heels (https://www.brides.com/thmb/mEps6ds3g9kkyolTWCxMPuHi7HM=/3650x3650/filters:fill(auto,1)/CM-001-b1cf232f372b4c59a92c0a60847285c3.jpg)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Making moves in the VIP booth bathroom<br/><strong>Mood Music:</strong>Rush - Aly & AJ (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLKiKJ8FYoA)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Devon MacMichaels (Swashbuckler)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Who would have thought that this<em>absolute nobody</em>would have been so good at snogging? Well, there were a few areas where he could improve, but with Corinne’s help, he’d surely be an expert in no time. Even still, the passion behind his sudden desire was far more than Corinne had expected. She sort of anticipated a bit of canoodling and not much more. But this was really heating up… and quickly.<br/><br/>Her breath was stolen from her as Devon kissed her even more hungrily than before, groaning and pressing himself against her to let her know the powerful effect she was having on him, down below. Had he been harboring some distinct crush on her for a profound number of years and this was him releasing all that he’d pent up in that time that he couldn’t snog her?<br/><br/>Well, whatever it was that was driving him, Corinne was certainly not about to question it. This was exactly the sort of passion that she wanted from her boyfriend, and was neglected, yet again. Not only had he planned to meet her in the VIP booth, only to then stand her up, he also refused to meet with her in the tent before the game. And this was after months of no sex, whatsoever.<br/><br/>All of her sexual frustration would be unleashed on Devon in this moment, as he parted from their make out session to take in a gulp of air, then ground their bodies together and lavished her neck. She let out a whimper as she felt his lips assaulting her sensitive neck, craning her head to the side to grant him even more access to her supple flesh. “That’s it… now just add in a very small amount of teeth to like, scrape my neck.” She instructed.<br/><br/>Assuming he followed her instructions, she would shudder violently against him, her mouth parting even wider to make room for a deafening moan. Arching her hips against his crotch, she leaned back enough to bring her hands to his waistband and pulled harshly on his belt until it came loose, then immediately undid his fastenings and pulled his surging cock free. It didn’t matter that they were still dressed everywhere else.<br/><br/>“Do you want a quickie, Devon?” She asked, but was already pumping his cock slowly with one hand while the other went to her own trousers and started unbuttoning them. All the while, her gaze was locked onto his, seductive to such a degree that her gaze almost seemed to try and spellbind him.