<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3e/ClarkLeightonLarge.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Clark Jacoby Leighton</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070156#msg13070156)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>Outside the Ortiz house<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Desiree<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Persuasion.<br/><br/>Upon seeing Desi's grin, Clark shut his eyes with a grunt. That was not, broadly speaking a good sign. Then again, sometimes it turned out well. Clark stretched as a pleasant and slightly uncomfortable memory. His knees spread and he sat up a bit straighter, opening his eyes with an optimistic smile. Sometimes, it worked out well.<br/><br/>"Pretty sure not the way you think, Desi. If it was something like that, I'd tell you, so you could play into. If I need a girlfriend for a college party, I'll give you a call. How's your Canadian accent?" He leaned in at the touch on his shoulder, his hand moving over to trace nails over the rips in her jeans. "I was just tossing a compliment in after asking if you wanted to get changed, stupid. But if you want to flash some brightly coloured thong at everyone, it would be hot as fuck." Clark shifted closer with a stagewhisper."But if you are bending over so much, what at the chances I'm in a position to see your ass?" He pecked her cheek and settled back, sucking on a middle finger at her with snort.<br/><br/>"But seriously, get ready and let's go before the kids are too drunk or horny to appreciate you." He leaned on the steering wheel, looking up at the sky to judge the time and weather. "I'll try not to cum in my pants in anticipation." He deadpanned, turning the radio on.