<div class="floatleft">(https://www.inthefrow.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/7N7A4273-copy-land-1600x1065.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>23<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Brighton, England<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>3 July, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa Bedroom<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><del>Same as Comp picture (https://pics.wikifeet.com/Victoria-Magrath-Feet-3772556.jpg) (Orange swimming costume and jean booty shorts)</del>This sleep shirt (https://d2h1pu99sxkfvn.cloudfront.net/b0/2599118/410081670_v89j5Iu7fP/P0.jpg) | Heels in picture<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Corey<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Corey<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The small show that Corey put on when Grace playfully shoved him only made her laugh a little louder. For a moment, she actually reached out with the intention of catching him before he fell off the bed. At the last second though, he righted himself again and then carried on with his glitter comments. Grace clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, shaking her head as she ignored his concerns and slipped into an oversized shirt.<br/><br/>Corey’s long pauses between his words helped to give him away, even though Grace wasn’t able to look at him to confirm it. She smirked when Corey seemed to find his wording again as soon as the baggy shirt covered her otherwise naked figure. When she turned to face him again, flashing him her shirt a bit, her grin grew at the way that he had not so subtly glanced down at the artwork on it. He dared to take his glance but didn’t think to conceal it.<br/><br/>Grace flushed when Corey mentioned that he had been trying to sneak a peek before she interfered. Thankfully, she made him flush too. But soon after, he mentioned borrowing a Jeep from the crew. She gasped, then leaned in and grabbed his finger after it tapped at the mic around his neck, laughing, red faced. “Don’t get that circulating, you never know with this show what they might plan on doing,” her laugh continued, sheepishly.<br/><br/>She was still leaned in, with her hand around his wrist. Grace licked her lips, her gaze falling from his, down to his lips. “We don’t need a car to do that…” She whispered, leaning in a little further to ever so slowly press a kiss against his mouth. “I think we can make do with what we have… right here.” Her whisper fluttered over his lips, her tongue gently rolling along his lower lip, beckoning him to close the distance between them again.