<strong>Aaron Streiburg<br/>Second Floor Bedroom<br/>With Dannie</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/77-dress-shirt-tie.jpg)</div>He smiled as she approached, and as her fingers slid to his belt buckle he could feel the tingling excitement flood right back to his crotch. His member twitched within his pants, once more learning to grow as her fingers brushed against the currently soft form. He took the tie, lifting it over Dannie's head, but instead of using it for a blindfold he instead pressed it against the small of her back, gripping and pulling the tie taught so that he could pull her in close.<br/><br/>Her body felt so good pressed against his, her breasts squeezing between the two of them as he leaned in, pressing his lips hard onto hers. Everything felt as if it was tilting and swirling, though he wasn't quite sure if it was the alcohol or his lust speaking. His tongue forcefully pushed past her lips, slipping along her own tongue, wrestling and swirling about it as he let out a soft groan. His pants began to stretch and press into her, letting her feel his intense arousal as his lips continued to press and suckle along hers. She tasted sweet to his mouth, and he grunted again. He tossed the tie to the edge of the bed, freeing his hands to grip onto Dannie's ass, fingers digging in tightly.<br/><br/>With more force than he intended, his hands suddenly lifted up, palms sliding over her breasts, up to her shoulders, and shoved her backward. It was only supposed to be a nudge, but he was out of it enough to have used more force, knocking her back onto the edge of the bed. She bounced easily enough on the soft mattress, and he smiled as he stepped closer before her. He began slipping his belt off, slowly sliding it through the hoops of his slacks until it was off. He folded it in his hands, then softly whacked it against one of the bed posts.<br/><br/>"Mmm, might have use for this later..." he smiled, then looked back at Dannie. "But not at the moment." He tossed the belt to the floor and stepped even closer, the bulge in his pants returning to its state as when she first met him, his fingers fumbling with his button while his other hand gently slide through her hair.