<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/e/e9/Jeffrey-Dean-Morgan6.jpg/441px-Jeffrey-Dean-Morgan6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Greg Eames<br/><strong>Time &amp; Location:</strong>Evening | Eames residence<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Taegan<br/><strong>Dressed:</strong>Leather bomber jacket, silk shirt, slacks, boots<br/><strong>Content:</strong>At the Eames residence party<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>"Mmm...Life's too short to hold back, Mr. Eames.  I want to experience everything I possibly can before I'm too old to enjoy it."</em><br/><br/>"Sounds like me," Greg chuckled, then gripped her ass even more tightly, grinding his own hips against her in return.  His fingers got under her panties, working them down and around one leg at a time, even if he ended up tearing the fragile things.  He really didn't worry about such things.  Money was in good supply, and the women didn't usually complain about it.  Besides, he had his own pants unbuttoned and unzipped, and Tae was probably going to be focused on other things very soon.<br/><br/>Her own words proved it.  It was funny, just how similar she seemed to think.  Sure, he'd had other partners who were exhibitionists before, and younger ones too.  He slid the head of his cock through her moist folds, teasing her.  He wondered how much she could take before she was grinding herself down on him...she could dish it out, but could she take it?<br/><br/>"They're going to get an eyeful."<br/><br/>He held her more fully against the pane, moving his hands to hers, gripping them under his larger ones.  Her ass was now pressed tightly against the glass, and he tilted his hips, tempting her again with the expected penetration.  He kissed her roughly, then parted, looking her in the eyes.  "Isn't anticipation a bitch?"