<div class="floatleft">(https://scontent-ord1-1.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/s640x640/sh0.08/e35/c0.134.1080.1080/14574012_982395588548950_7888146217257926656_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTM1MzExNjc2NjUyODM4MzY1NA%3D%3D.2.c)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2nd | 3pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Patio out back<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Avi + Zip up hoodie and cut off shorts (both open)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gabriel <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Behaving! ... Kinda?</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"> Charlie's lashes fluttered when he took her hand opted to tease her with just the tip of his tongue. Any thoughts of light and shadow, contours and line thickness that had managed to linger in the hopes of maintaining control vanished like vapor in the ether. That single simple line had grown as if it had been drawn across much more of her body and had the effect of deepening her breathing. Right that very second a single nudge would have been all that was needed to have her climb his body and push those damned jeans out of the way. However, instead of instant gratification, the male before her chose to ease back. It should have been a relief honestly, but damn if it didn't draw her arousal out further. Just the small shit she took back when he turned was enough to alert her to the growing evidence between her thighs. <br/><br/>Then again, speaking of growing...<br/><br/>Charlie's all encompassing gaze did note the change in her would-be model's pants but she said nothing. Instead her chin lifted at his pointed observation. "Is that right? I thought I was supposed to be drawing <em>you</em>? Me losing clothing might distract you, right?" Her fingers found his skin now, the edge of her nails marking the contours of his abs slowly, starting high and skating low casually while her eyes remained on his face. "I mean, if you move too much I won't be able to get your uhh... <em>proportions</em> right." <br/><br/>By touch alone she had found her way as low as the top edge of his jeans and now her fingertip traced that edge inward toward the open spot that revealed the thick base of his cock. She had to figure it to be as pretty as the rest of him but she didn't move to reveal that particular secret just yet. Instead her finger jumped the gap to continue along the opposite edge of his pants.<br/><br/>"Unless... well, do you have some fitting pose in mind? If it will help you relax and get into position then I suppose I could lose something..." Her fingers left his body to return to herself. Only rather than reach for the open zipper of her hoodie she instead seemed to detour toward the knot situated between her breasts. Taking one end of the knot in hand she did pause, her brow arching sharply as she waited for his reply.</span>