<hr/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"Let's Get This Party Started "</span></strong></span> </div><hr/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/b98973f987c4ef79a514d3bfbf27f1e4/tumblr_ngww5p1ilB1sbw1gto1_500.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>NAME: </strong> Dominic DeCosta<br/><strong>AGE:</strong> 35<br/><strong>LOCATION &amp; TIME:</strong> Gymnasium Building, Heading for the Office Of Dominic DeCosta | 9/2/16 2:13PM<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ciseleigh Capshaw <em><strong>CLOSED</strong></em></span></span><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><br/><br/><br/>Her throaty laugh had that raspy, sensual quality to it. The sort that drove men to their knees and their tongues to worshipful madness. She was a vixen, through and through. A fact he both appreciated, and found an immediate challenge. She wasn't a novice. She'd had previous lovers. Quite a few, if that practised arching was anything to judge by. His competitive nature clawed at him with razor sharp talons. He had to best them. He <em>would</em>  best them. Each orgasm, better than the last.<br/><br/>Lips forging a path across her collarbone, he licked and sucked in rhythmic pulses. As he approached the voluptuous hills that were her heaving breasts, he lightened his touch. It was exploratory... tickling... teasing as he dragged just the tip of his tongue to her pert, swollen nipples. He sucked one in, letting it pop from his lips with a lewd smack. Succulent.<br/><br/>His trailblazing far from over, the curious pads of his rough hands slid up the expanse of her inner thigh, grazing the moist edge of her panties, hinting at slipping beneath. Drive her to madness, that was his goal. It seemed to be working, considering the amount of honeyed cream spilling over his thick fingers. Bringing it back to his lips, he sucked them clean, delivering a taste of her own sweet nectar when he sought her lips more hungrily. <br/><br/>His patience was wearing quite thin, least of all with that hand stroking in such a distracting manner. She was talented. But, they'd see how diligent she would be once he slid all three fingers deep into her velvet slit all at once, penetrating her core. <br/><br/>A smirk dusted his lips for her response. <br/><br/><br/></span></span><br/>