<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/0zxiZQd.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Diane Windward (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337584.msg16046360#msg16046360)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Kitchen->Pool (Post Copied from Main Area Thread)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><del>Sneakers, Socks,</del>Red Cardigan, White Blouse, Jeans, , bra, panties<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>: Yay Kissing!<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Donavon, Everyone Else<br/><hr/><br/>Diana watched as the rest of the round unfolded around her. Everyone seemed to be pairing up, at least for now. Jonathan was definitely getting on well with Emma - they were practically smoldering with sexual energy. Arthur and Chloe were obviously interested in continuing what they had started back in the kitchen. Diana couldn't help but smile as Jules claimed Rose for himself. Not that she could blame him. The good news about this challenge was that there were no bad options here, just seven very hot, very worked up friends progressively shedding their clothes as they got to know each other better. Much better.<br/><br/>And that brought her to Donavon. There was no denying the attraction between them - everybody saw it. Furthermore Diana felt it. She had felt it when she had first brought Chipotle to his door, and though when she had left she thought that would be the end to it. But no, he was here, and what was started was now continuing. The skin near her collar could attest to that. And if she had any doubts about her stand of solitary in doubled penalties with Rose, the sight of the man's bare torso ended that toute suite. The fact that Jules would send her Donavan's way was not that surprising, but kismet all the same. And she was sure going to take advantage of it.<br/><br/>Standing up from her chair just inches from her target, Diana answered his question even if it was pointed at their temporary master of ceremonies. "We make our own rules." Hey if everyone else was going to be bold, Diana could too. Maybe she had to tell it to herself a few more times than the others for it to take effect, but she was ready. She craned her arms around his neck and stood on her tippie toes. He was significantly taller than her - a footstool wouldn't have been entirely out of the question. But Diana made do, and pressed her lips into the athlete's. No coy playing here, no dancing around the issue. Just kissing. Long and hard and deep and happy. Maybe still closed-mouthed for now, but no less fervent for that. A kiss that said,<em>Maybe I'm not an actress or a model or a sports star or instawhatever, but I'm here and I want you. Bad.</em>Her hands started locked, but midway through the kiss started roaming up and down his spine, putting as little daylight between her body and his as she could arrange.<br/><br/>She smiled inwardly.<em>How's that for a delivery?</em>