<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Burnout-Star.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Star Freyman</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8643940#msg8643940)<br/><strong>Car</strong>: 2001 Chevrolet S-10 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/Star-S10.jpg)<br/><strong>Appearance</strong>: Zombie bikini<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Pool side<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Clint<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Star could only guess that Clint was feeling more horny than<em>ornery</em>by the way that he was grinding on top of her, and annoyingly enough he was making her feel that way too. That combined with their discussion about the bet had her imagining the scene where she was cooking naked in the kitchen until Clint came in and they had angry sex, breaking everything. The hand subtly creeping up her side to cop a feel on one of her breasts didn't exactly help her to snap out of it, and by the time that she'd come back to reality, it was too late for Star to stop Clint from sliding her top up.<br/><br/>She wasn't sure that she wanted to, anyways. This was just another game, whoever ended up getting the most horny and ultimately frustrated would be the loser, and Star wasn't above flashing some skin to maken sure that wasn't her.<br/><br/>"Fuck no, not a month!" she adamantly declined Clint's deal as she lightly swatted his hand away. Instead of pulling her top back down into place immediately, Star took her time, arching her body a bit to push her chest up and letting out a little sigh that sounded pretty close to a moan. "<em>One</em>Sunday," she countered, finally tugging her bikini top down to cover her tits, but not before purposely brushing her fingers against her semi-erect nipples. "And stop cheating."