<div class="floatleft">(https://steemitimages.com/0x0/https://steemitimages.com/DQmdVNdJJFnhH2upNNshDaJtXQALp2Wm43rXwGeENecHUKi/wallhdpic%20(2).jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Conrad<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Dance floor<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Late. This girl ain’t on time for anything <br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Little, flirty red dress (https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fsindhing.info%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2017%2F12%2Fbeautiful-outfits-for-girls-kimberly-little-red-dress-tumblr-garner-wears-beautiful-outfits-for-girls-nw-sectionsewn-photography-by-www-nw-little.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fsindhing.info%2Flittle-red-dress-tumblr%2F8127%2Fbeautiful-outfits-for-girls-kimberly-little-red-dress-tumblr-garner-wears-beautiful-outfits-for-girls-nw-sectionsewn-photography-by-www-nw-little&amp;docid=q96kA6ZHiAogkM&amp;tbnid=Q7ulDeWzSTtLPM%3A&amp;vet=12ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ..i&amp;w=1900&amp;h=3459&amp;itg=1&amp;bih=589&amp;biw=1366&amp;q=little%20red%20dress%20tumblr&amp;ved=2ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ&amp;iact=mrc&amp;uact=8#h=3459&amp;imgdii=Ll9qvTV1q_PbZM:&amp;spf=1531710482434&amp;vet=12ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ..i&amp;w=1900) + Mask (https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F58%2F07%2F64%2F5807641df91bd597083fb6b7e21ac8bd.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.pinterest.com%2Fpin%2F20547742026934503%2F&amp;docid=t1dFcxCvBl3l1M&amp;tbnid=hXXi38ovlBw4mM%3A&amp;vet=10ahUKEwidmZf8yaLcAhVKWq0KHeJQCr4QMwjMAigOMA4..i&amp;w=544&amp;h=760&amp;bih=589&amp;biw=1366&amp;q=jeweled%20mask&amp;ved=0ahUKEwidmZf8yaLcAhVKWq0KHeJQCr4QMwjMAigOMA4&amp;iact=mrc&amp;uact=8)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Daniel Wellbrooke. Closed.<br/><strong>Notes:</strong> </span><hr/><br/><br/>His lips took hers, warm and inviting; the tongue tempting and softly demanding. The kiss built and ignited, to flare with dangerous heat. Kitty let herself sink back as he rocked against her. The rhythm was a delicious torment. His pace fueled desire and the girl wanted more and more of him, and for the swaying connections between them to become hard thrusts, unencumbered by clothes or propriety. Kitty was primed, as if the red of her dress broadcast her hidden fruits to be discovered by someone bold enough to pluck them.<br/><br/>With deftness, the man turned her and their lips parted. Her eyes sought to truly see him behind the mask. That he was a stranger was perfect, that he was unknown thrilled her. Chest pressed to his torso, the dress shifted, slightly askew as he held her within strong arms. Kitty’s awareness flew to his fingers at her back side. Lips turned upwards parted and wanting, her own sparkling mask glowed in the warm lights.<br/><br/>In her hand, his silent cell phone came into view as Kitty lifted it for him to see. With deliberate slowness, she smoothed it downwards against his ass with purpose, and pushed it in his back pocket very, very slowly for safe keeping. The moment was drawn out with a radiant smile. A throng of dancing bodies surrounded them, swelled and then shifted away in the circling, pulsing lights.<br/><br/>“Regrets are not for tonight… let’s make certain your firing is very, very worthwhile…,” she said, voice husky with longing. It was impossible for her to stand closer and Kitty’s neck craned upwards to see the portion of his face uncovered by the mask. She thought him beautiful. Hands traced along his sleeve, covered his arms in exploration, to his biceps and then seemingly flowed to his buttoned shirt, where she played with one single button with intent focus. Kitty’s eyes never left his, and her expression was one of insatiable curiosity.<br/><br/>