<div class="floatleft">(http://images.fashionnstyle.com/data/images/full/91629/charlie-hunnam-19-jpg.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Stephen Landry<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Guest<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 1st, 11:30ish<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Room 5<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>White dress shirt, left open, tank top underneath, jeans,<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Stephanie Landry<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Getting there...<hr/><br/>The music was playing in a loop, but... it had been a while since he'd paid attention to what was playing. The moans from the video and from the bathroom seemed to mix, intertwine to the point where he barely noticed when the latter stopped. The sight of Stephanie placing the dildo on the bed and riding it slowly, first on all fours and then rising up with her eyes closed, capturing her bouncing breasts firmly in her hands. They made for more than a handful, of course, and Stephen found his mind wandering to how they would feel encased between his own calloused digits. How her lips would feel wrapped around his cock, split wider as his hips pumped it in and out of her throat. Even though the massive dildo was too long to fit fully inside her, her throat had been more than capable of containing the toy's girth and length.<br/><br/>So entranced was he by the sight of her hands kneading her breasts, the way she was slowly, seductively grinding against the toy buried inside of her, he barely noticed that the shower had stopped, making him almost jump when the door opened. He opened his mouth to say something, but the sight of the real thing as opposed to the image shown on the tablet... rendered him speechless for a moment. The subtle way that Stephie carried herself, the gentle yet alluring way her hips moved, the way her feet moved to the music that was still playing on that loop...<br/><br/>Fuck.<br/><br/>Her pointed question made his tanned face go a shade darker as he reached for the tablet, trying to stop the video and requiring a couple of tries before it did, paused on her with her eyes closed, teeth capturing her bottom lip, paused in a low moan that was growing louder in intensity.<br/><br/>Embarrassment turned to annoyance, and he stood, trying to adjust himself so that the growth making itself very visible against his pants became... well, less visible," I..." He cleared his throat to get rid of the deep growl that usually came to his voice when he was aroused.<br/><br/>"Well," So much for the bedroom voice being gone," What..." He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to concentrate. But all that came to his mind's eye was the sight of his sister on her knees in front of him, lips parted...<br/><br/>"What is this, Stephie?"