<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/cf/18/3c/cf183c3e2503e0310868d145c619a541.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gabriel Archibald<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Guest<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 2nd | 3pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Patio out back<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>jeans, sort of<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Charlie<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>none<hr/><br/>Delicious torture, that was what she was. Gabe was done pretending to be doing anything other than try to get his hands on this beautiful and tempting creature. She sounded like a whole lot of fun on top of being stunningly hot, and what more could a guy ask for? He was on vacation, she was... A fucking tease!<br/><br/>He let out a breath when her fingers hopped from one side of his zipper to the other, ignoring the part of him he wanted her to feel more than any. Her words were taunts and teases, to him a clear sign of her wanting to play this game. Who was he to refuse? He could still feel the narrow paths she had painted on his body when her fingers moved to her own clothes. Oh this wasn't bad at all.<br/><br/>"Mmmh, would definitely be helpful," he agreed in a low voice, a slight rasp to his voice betraying his thoughts as much as the now firm cock pressing uncomfortably against his jeans. He looked up at her from where he sat, the promise of an undone knot making playful hunger darken his eyes, and he smirked. "For the first position, I think I need something between my lips. Otherwise I won't shut up and you won't be able to focus at all."