Rayne and Davis<br/><br/>Things were getting even better for Rayne as she was trapped between the wall and a sexy man. Rayne’s back instinctively arched up, pressing her body forward in Davis, the heat from his body transferring into hers. Rayne had to bite her lip as the rock god before her ground into her, the jean skirt hiked even higher along her long tanned legs. Rayne could feel her ass starting to peek out the bottom.<br/><br/>Running her hands up Davis’s chest, her arms lazily hung over his shoulders. Her fingers playing along the base of his skull, “I can be shy at times, but maybe you can make me wild, right?”.  Rayne could feel his hands moving behind her, and if they weren’t on her body they were on the coke. As he yelled out his demands, her thoughts were confirmed. Rayne wasn’t one for coke, so she was hoping he’d just take it himself. Rayne preferred to be in control of her mind and body, though a nice buzz wasn’t off her list, and she could certainly drink most men under the table without even walking funny after.<br/><br/>Rayne’s gaze switched from Davis to Boss as he deposited the ‘tools’ as requested, “Thanks Boss, you’re such a sweetheart”, she quipped at him as he walked away. Turning back to Davis, Rayne peered up at him through her long lashes as her fingers continued their work over his neck and head.<br/>