<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"></span><div class="floatleft">(http://s13.postimage.org/tbe7h5cgz/007.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Name:</strong>  Rome Ivos Dotson.<br/><strong>Position:</strong> Defense against the Dark Arts Professor. <br/><strong>Location:</strong> Amsterdam Restaurant.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Athena. <br/><br/></span><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Whether he was winning or losing, he didn't quite know at that moment. What he did know, was that they both ewre slowly ignoring the rules of the game and giving in further and further into their fantasies. Well, at least he was. For all he knew, this could be the ultimate ploy from her end to fully ensnare him and win the game with style. Yet he found himself struggling to resist, his heart bumping in his chest like a set of drums that won't stop beating, every breath and every look, every listen and every touch were fully dedicated to her. <br/><br/>Then he felt his last line of defenses breaking, as she helplessly began rolling her ass repeatedly in a slow and daringly teasing rhythm. If it was but a bulge before, now she could certainly feel his manhood rising erect to press against her ass, with every rolling grind she would slide herself up, and back down his shaft. He bit his lip nearly instantly, suppressing an unexpected grunt of pleasure at the even more surprising, and daring act from her. "I can't...keep pushing back anymore, Athena.." The throaty whisper left his lips. <br/><br/>She taunted him about his defenses, purring in his ear again to slowly drag him down into her trap, and suddenly he found his lips and teeth seizing so pleasurably into the side of his neck, his head nearly instantly tilting for her to present his whole neck line for her, as if to tell her to feast as she wished. He could not hold himself anymore, he had no defenses left to speak of and he could care less about the game. His hand, almost with a mind of it's own, slid over one of her legs and drew it back, tucking it at one side of his waist while the other leg naturally moved to be in the same position. He had her straddling his lap, the view shielded by the table in front of them, letting her ass roll as it wished while his hands landed on each cheek, swaying with her movements. <br/></span>