<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/f9/6c/d0/f96cd07702110063cc60a94e41c4b61c.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Jonathan Freitas Sanches (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337584.msg16026924#msg16026924)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Patio Table<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><del>Leather Blue Jacket</del>,<del>White Tee</del>, Light Blue Denim Jeans, White Air Force Ones.<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>: Does everyone still want to play cards?<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: All<br/><hr/>How was on woman so sexy and so cute at the same time? That was the question running through Jonathan’s head as Emma tapped her finger against his nipples and belly button like he was some sort of computer. The cute smile made it endearing and the sexy body made it hot all at the same time. Before he really had time to think of a response in his head she’d already asked the group where the on button was and she had started to grind against his lap, her hips causing a circular motion as Jonathan felt a strain against his jeans. Jonathan was used to being close to attractive women, one of the perks of being a dancer. It took a lot to turn him on. After all the last thing you needed as a professional dancer, working for some A List Celebrity, was to pop a hard on whilst grinding against her in front of thousands of fans. So far he’d coped well, but that wasn’t far from breaking.<br/><br/>Again, the cards just didn’t seem to want to land for Jonathan but to be honest the cards were not at the forefront of his mind. The only real reason he wanted more hands dealt was for more clothes to come off, more challenges to be completed and hell, maybe there would be a confession, not that anyone had done a confession in awhile which Chloe was quick to point out. The luck of the cards was in Donavon’s favour as he set out the confession of the song you want to hear the most the next time you have sex. Decision in this game were fun, and all seemed to be leading in the right direction.<br/><br/>Before he could react or decide, the attention was drawn to Chloe who with a sexy smirk on her face, unfastened her belt and unbuttoned her jeans. Sexy legs were revealed, dancer legs that he had to admit had been one of the major goals of his night when he had first arrived. Those were wrap around your waist and head legs if ever he had seen any. Whilst it might not happen tonight, perhaps he would have to attend regularly to Izzy’s Poker nights. In fact, if the current guest list was here next time he’d rearrange any schedule he might have already had.<br/><br/>Then Emma was sensually grinding against his leg as she got up to her feet and took her belt off with it clattering on the floor.  Then the buttons were undone and the zipper pulled and Jonathan’s eyes were fixated. Jonathan smiled back wanting to take the jeans off himself, but instead Emma left for the pool. Jonathan watched her the whole way. Down went the pants over her hips until she was touching her ankles. Game over, that sight had broken him, he was now fully aware of the outline of his shaft against his jeans. Too many sexual thoughts and beautiful women in one place.<br/><br/>Then she was gone, only for her to reappear declaring how cold the water was and asking how long she should stay in the water. And if enough wasn’t enough, Diane had gotten up and started to sing her song to Donavan. This all seemed so right in the moment but it occurred to Jonathan just how serial this was. Was this some sort of herd mentality. Everyone getting more and more adventurous and turned on, due to the collective group getting more and more adventurous and turned on.<br/><br/>What was a guy to do? Up onto his feet Jonathan got, and over to the pool he walked. His back was to the rest of the group, all though there was every chance they noticed his aroused state, but now, it was Emma who got the view as he walked over to the edge of the pool. But the jeans didn’t come off, and he wasn’t setting up to jump into the pool. Instead, he lowered himself to the floor so he was at the edge of the pool, laying on his front, face to face with Emma. He whispered cause as far as he was concerned, what he was about to say was just for Emma’s ears.<strong>“I don’t want any song on the next time I have sex. I wouldn’t want anything to distract me from you!”</strong>He attempted a sexy smirk and hoped it came off right, alcohol still playing a factor, as he put a hand under Emma’s chin and tilted her head up just slightly towards his.<strong>“Also there’s no way you should be the only girl that hasn’t been kissed yet tonight.”</strong>With that he closed the distance, taking her bottom lip between his and kissing her softly, gently and as sensually as he’d been kissing her midriff just moments before.