<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Chanel</span></div><div align="center">(http://28.media.tumblr.com/preview.BPZE9B3gPOiPh8Zq_250.jpg)</div><br/>"Good luck," she laughed. She then rose her brows, "Maybe for you," she said. Chanel looked up when Roman and Aki approached the small group, taking their seats at the table. She rose a brow at Roman's slang, "And you're here for linguistics?" she scoffed. She didn't miss the wink he'd given in Desiree's direction, nor did she miss the blush that came on Desiree's face. Chanel didn't doubt that he was a charmer, but Chanel wasn't so easily impressed and much more preferred a guy on his knees before her. She could imagine Roman on his knees, that trashy mouth of his on her pussy, hands bound behind his back, body roughed up from a good whipping. The little sigh she gave was a little lustier than she intended for it to be.<br/><br/>She then set her sights on Aki, observing her for a moment as the food came out. She reached for her fork and the tension of the shirt tight against her breasts finally snapped, a button popping off her shirt, causing it to open much further so that her lush bra bound tits were exposed for all to see. Chanel didn't react like most girls might, as if this was some thing that happened rather often, "I told that damn seamstress..." she muttered, only pulling her shirt closed as much as she could- which wasn't much at all, her flawless rack still exposed, especially since the shirt would fall open a little more every time she moved.