<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQPVySjCpfU4hQrV02LREbJ2UMn9q46rP9cEateQcGpyo7fUrMq2g)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Corwin Lynch<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Dance Floor<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Night is Young <br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> As Shown<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Holly Outerbridge, OPEN<br/></span><hr/>He grunted softly as she attacked his lips, not letting up as he felt her press her tongue into his mouth, toying with his own. The grunt turned into a growl as his hands settled around her hips, one dipping down to grab her ass again as she pushed them backwards. A sense of vertigo hit him as his legs caught on the couch who's existence had slipped his mind for some reason, so he settled in his seat, letting her take her position above and in front of him as he regained his composure.<br/><br/>His tongue flickered out to lick his lips at the view offered. The dress was short enough to reveal all if she cared to bend over. From his current position, her long legs parted and showing off the lacy black g-string that left very little to the imagination. Corwin decided to bite his lip instead running his fingers up the smooth skin of the inside of her thighs," Would you think it overly cheesy if I said I was born ready?"<br/><br/>His movements were sudden and quick. pushing upward to where she was balancing over him, his arms slipping underneath her skirt to catch her before she could fall. She wasn't light, with all the muscle mass, but not terribly heavy either as Corwin found, taking his feet immediately and letting her back down on the couch, his arms keeping her thighs spread, as he dipped down to press her lips in a long, teasing kiss as one hand came up to squeeze her breast through her shirt. From her lips, his moved down to her neck, nibbling at her collarbone skipping over her dress as he dropped down to his knees between her legs, growling softly as he leaned in, biting at the inside of her thigh. His free hand moved closer, gently gliding his thumb over her less than concealed lips as the other kept kneading at her breast.