<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=121499.msg5330419#msg5330419">Quote from: Cold Heritage on 12-10-2011, 05:29:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Guess so." Timmy answered, looking back up over at Lexa from where he was seated. He smiled, and gave Lexa the once-over. There was a lot to appreciate - it was obvious that Lexa was a woman who took care of her body, but she found that careful balance between staying fit but still having the knockout curves that drive guys nuts. The accent was sexy as hell, too. She was not the type of woman he normally went for, but that was because Lexa seemed like a woman way out of his league. <br/><br/>When she straddled him, he chuckled. "Football's overrated anyway." The young man said, eyes darting down to watch her hands explore his chest. At her request, he removed his shirts, tossing them aside. He did not care where they ended up - whether it was across a table or on the floor just did not matter too much to him right now. The fabric of Lexa's dress seemed rather flimsy, and Timmy wanted to just rip it off of her body, but who knew how much that thing cost? No point in starting off the evening being a jerk. Timmy wrapped an arm around her waist, pinning her body to his, and stood up, supporting her weight with that one arm. He carried her over to a tasteful, expensive divan, laying Lexa down on her back. Timmy ground his groin up against hers, taking advantage of her parted legs. <br/><br/>"You've got a great ass." Timmy said, taking Lexa's wrists in his big hands, moving them up and over her head, crossing them so that he could hold them with one hand and keep them in place. His other hand, thus freed, went down along her neck, over the cleft between her breasts, rubbing over her stomach. He began to bunch the dress in his hand, drawing the garment up higher on her body.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>She was right, Lexa thought to herself.  Once he removed his shirt, Lexa confirmed in her mind that Timmy had every bit of the muscles that she had felt underneath his shirts, and some to spare.  She murmured her pleasure as he wrapped his strong arm around her waist, pulling her close to him as he carried her across the room and laid her down and immediately pressed his own body between her legs<br/><br/>Lexa didn’t need much more encouragement to spread her legs further, allowing Timmy’s hips to press up against hers.  She gasped as he took both her wrists in his hand and pinned them above her head, a slow smile spreading across her face.   Lexa shifted her position on the divan as he pushed her dress up, lifting her hips so he could pull the dress even higher on her body, exposing the black lace thong panties she wore under her dress.   Timmy’s other hand began exploring the curves of her body, and she arched her back, pressing her body up against his and groaning softly.  “God, you feel GOOD” she groaned, pushing her hips up against his.<br/>