<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>Sam and anyone in the area who might notice him.<br/><hr/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jZSh1VNpKsU/TiPWa0Uu5MI/AAAAAAAABGo/bR69OT0UgTA/s1600/alcide3.jpg)     </div><br/>Michael flashed Sam a devastating smile when she asked how he knew her name. The truth of the matter was that he'd overheard the trio of admirers in the hot tub with her say her name and had simply guessed, as Sam could have easily been the name of the petite brunette that had stumbled into his shower with him. But he liked the idea of letting her wonder exactly how he knew her name.<strong>"Oh, honey... you're name is hanging off all the wagging tongues of the gentlemen you've encountered here tonight... and a few of the ladies whom you haven't."</strong>He winked playfully.<strong>"And I'm sure every word of it is true... talk of how good you are at being so very bad."</strong>He let his lascivious dark eyes roam over her now nearly naked body, his fingers trailed up along her inner thigh, headed towards her quivering little honey pot, but retracing their path back down her leg before reaching her velvet heat.<strong>"The pleasure is all mine, but I'll be sure to give it all back to you... with interest, love. Very soon, I hope."</strong><br/><br/>His grin grew a little wider as she leaned over him, her sable mane of silk spilling over his body like a waterfall rich, dark chocolate. As her sinful tongue slithered along his chest, Michael's hand slid up the back of her thigh and beneath the shimmering fabric she wore, smoothing over the tight firmness of her round bottom. He leaned his head back, stretching his neck as her tongue slid along his neck and curved over his chin. Shifting his head once more to settle his dark eyes, now darkened and swirling with lust for this young woman, his lips parted to reply to her comment<em>"Can’t wait to taste you sugar,"</em>but before he could get a word out, she kissed him, sweeping her sweet tongue into his mouth in a brief, though heated kiss. He gave her butt a squeeze before she stood up straight once more, replying to her little quip with one of his own.<strong>"You taste pretty damn good yourself, honey."</strong>His Irish accent seemed somehow thicker, smothered in a rich layer of desire.<br/><br/>Michael chuckled at Sam, amused and turned on all at the same time as he watched her the sultry sway of her hips as she sauntered off with her latest conquest. Sam was sure to be a very busy girl for the duration of this magnificent orgy.<br/><br/>Tami's soft voice got his attention as she thanked him sweetly for his help. Turning to look at Tami, he smiled warmly at her, the lust still evident in his dark eyes, not to mention the subtle lurch of his manhood as he lay on his back, naked and wet.<strong>"Please, won't you join me?"</strong>He patted the lounger beside beside him. There wasn't a whole lot of room and it would be a tight fit, but he would make a special effort to accommodate her petite figure. Besides, squeezing into a tight fit was a specialty of his.<strong>"I could use a little attention right around about now.... if your'e willing."</strong>He gave her a playful, flirty wink as he turned slightly on his side to face her, his girth shifting with his move, falling against the other thigh as he smiled invitingly up at the girl. She seemed a little... apprehensive.<strong>"It's okay, love. I won't bite... unless you want me to,"</strong>he said in his Irish brogue as he patted the space next to him.