<div class="floatright">(http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g9/2C00L4SCH00L/male-model.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Xavier Diaz<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bedroom 1<br/><br/>Pleased to by Leda's response to his movements, Xavier's hips pressed even harder against her, his erection applying a tremendous amount of pressure to the sweet girl's puckered hole. Fuck, he wanted her, but, most of all, he wanted her ass. Inside his mind, he laughed, knowing how perfectly well he fell into the Latino stereotype. Xavier didn't carer, though. He would easily admit it if anyone were to ask. With the hot, sexy body of Leda grinding against him, he wanted nothing more than to ravage her asshole until it was the only thing she could think about.<br/><br/>"How sweet of you. Though, I'm starting to sense that these moments aren't just coincidences." As Xavier spoke, he felt Leda's dainty hand upon the back of his neck. Since they were close, it was rather easy to tell that her head had turned to him. Without being able to see that well in the dark just yet, he still knew what she wanted. However, Xavier was always fond of finding ways to tease. His forehead pressed up against her first, their noses slightly grazing one another as well. The closeness allowed his strong brown gaze to stare in Leda's soft blues as their lips remained inches apart, the heated breath that escaped his, brushing hers. It was apparent he wasn't willing to give her what she wanted just yet.<br/><br/>"Have you thought about my proposition?" Xavier spoke softly as his arm that held Leda close firmly took hold of one of the tanned orbs it had been squishing moments before, kneading it within his grip and his palm rubbing against her nipple. At the same time, the hand underneath Xavier's side moved downward, locking it's thumb in between his boxer briefs. Pulling down, his swollen cock was freed, resuming it's motion of teasing Leda's asshole in it's new, exposed form.