<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/62/96/c4/6296c4dfd5c598c721c549317a517fd1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>Naomi Redmond (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236519#msg13236519)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Fishnet & Fool's Gold (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/05/d3/cb/05d3cb176febd743270a8404bca567bb.jpg)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday | June 9th, 2017<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Old Lady Margaery's House | Side of House<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Stuff and thangs...<br/><br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Jonas | Closed<br/><strong>MUSIC:</strong>Ramones - I Don't Wanna Grow Up (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73NdmMYZsnM)<br/><hr/><br/>She made a low, uninhibited sound of pleasure when his hands found her firm ass and squeezed, the muscles flexing as she curled her toes in her boots.  She leaned more comfortably against him and her nails lightly traced across the back of his neck as her hand slid down to cup it.  When he broke the kiss, she kept her eyes closed for a moment, savoring the feeling of the heat between them, the anticipation of what was coming and the memory of what they had just shared.<br/><br/>When he spoke, she laughed gently and opened her eyes to peer up at him, shaking her head.  "It's okay.  We're not going to fuck out here.  It's filthy and you and I barely know one another.  I like to...step on every stone crossing the stream...you know?"<br/><br/>Her hand slipped from his hair and she slid down his body as if she were melting, hands gliding onto his shoulders and then down his chest, blunt nails raking lightly over his t-shirt.  She ended up kneeling at his feet with her thighs on either side of his ankles and her cheek resting on his zipper, as if she were listening to his heartbeat.  The feel of him growing hard against her face made her sigh, her hands continuing to stroke down his stomach until her fingers hooked in the waistband of his pants behind the thin layer of cotton.<br/><br/>She nuzzled him briefly through his jeans, then leaned her head back to look up at him with a little, cat-like grin.  "I won't get mad at you if you pull my hair during.  In fact, I'll like it.  Don't be self-conscious, okay?  I'm not going to get pissed at you.  At worst, I'll stop for a sec and tell you to stop doing whatever it is that's bugging me, okay?  But, I'm usually pretty chill..."<br/><br/>As she spoke, her hands snuck under his shirt and started unbuttoning and unzipping his fly.  "Are you cool with this?"