<strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Michael Quinn</span></span></strong><br/><strong>Accent:</strong><strong>Irish</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Pool / Hot Tub Area - Relaxing on the lounger<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Tami<br/><hr/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jZSh1VNpKsU/TiPWa0Uu5MI/AAAAAAAABGo/bR69OT0UgTA/s1600/alcide3.jpg)</div><br/>Michael smiled warmly as she scooted closer, declaring to him that she wanted to get to know him better. The look in her eyes, the way she bit her lip , the way her hair clung to her damp skin made Michael want her right then and there.<strong>"What kind of attention would I like,"</strong>he repeated her question rhetorically as he slowly stroked himself. Her giggle was suddenly silenced when her eyes fell to his stroking fist between his legs even as her fingers traced lazy designs upon his smooth, chiseled chest. He let his leg fall aside to give her a better view of what it was that had drew her attention, reaching out his other hand to caress her shoulder, trailing his fingers down her arm<br/><br/>The whimpering whine that slipped from her lips brought a smile to Michael's rugged features, touching his eyes with a playful seduction. His hand upon her arm grazed over her flesh to cup her bare breast, still wet from the shower.<strong>"Good, because I see something I want too."</strong>Leaning over, he placed a kiss on her shoulder, bracing himself on one elbow while the hand that had been busy along his length moved to gentle fondle her breast, leaving his cock to dangle against her thigh as he shifted to his his right side. He placed his left foot flat on the lounger for stability and opened his leg wide for her.<strong>"Well, don't be afraid to take what you want, darlin,"</strong>he said in a deep, Irish accent which hinted at his desire.<br/><br/>