<div class="floatleft">(https://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/newpix/2018/06/05/21/4CF148C300000578-5809533-image-a-131_1528228835898.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>2 July, 2019 | Heading to bed<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa backyard<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Same as picture<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Corey<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Corey<br/><br/><hr/><br/>“Right, remember that Corey is very literal.” Grace made a note to herself, only speaking it out loud in case Corey just so happened to hear it. She chuckled, shaking her head and tutting as she collected the food together. Once their meal was upstairs and Corey joined her there, Grace smiled at him. Until she realized he had brushed his teeth already. “Do you always brush your teeth before you eat?” She jested, perking a brow at him.<br/><br/>Or maybe he had planned to not eat any dinner, after all? She supposed he did just consume loads of sugar, hadn’t he? “Right, the cupcakes and cookies. That’s a dinner of champions.” She laughed softly. Corey was still wearing those same awful pajamas that his mates had packed for him and made her realize he honestly only had that one pair of pajamas. “I’d better start getting used to these, hm?” She tugged at his pant leg.<br/><br/>Corey had leaned over to check her phone over her shoulder, his words making Grace gasp in feigned horror. “I beg your pardon!” She was acting rather scandalized. “I will have you know that my phone has no one’s naughty bits in them!” She took the word ‘bits’ to literally mean privates, as it often did. But not always. And not in this case. “But I wouldn’t complain about a certain someone’s…” She whispered, only after leaning into his ear.<br/><br/>Grace moved away just as quickly, turning and twisting away to set her phone down. When she moved, the sheet moved with her, her shirt not as baggy as she thought, slid up her body, especially while she stretched out a bit, flashing Corey a bit of her ass in the process. When she moved back, she was holding a bowl that held two forks in it. “Do you want some?”<br/><br/>Given the sight he’d just been presented, Corey might have misunderstood her question, but Grace did raise the bowl toward him. It was pineapple chicken with a sticky glaze, over a bed of steamed veggies and white rice. She offered him a fork, pointing to the one that angled toward him, while she pulled the other free and leaned forward to take a big bite. “Mmm.” She grinned, finishing her bite. “It looked too good to pass up. And pineapple’s your favorite tropical fruit, right?” She licked her lips.