<hr/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"Let's Get This Party Started "</span></strong></span> </div><hr/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://science-all.com/images/rachel-weisz/rachel-weisz-07.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>NAME: </strong> Ciseleigh Capshaw<br/><strong>AGE:</strong> 32<br/><strong>LOCATION &amp; TIME:</strong> Gymnasium Building, Office Of Dominic DeCosta | 9/2/16 2:13PM<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dominic DeCosta <em><strong>CLOSED</strong></em></span></span><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">’<em>Has it..?</em>’ <br/><br/>“Mmmm,” she purred in the affirmative, the smile painting her lips getting absolutely wicked with pleasure. She felt his hands move possessively over her back and the last thought she had control over was <em>Yes please</em> before his lips crashed down on hers and stole any possibilities of thought completely.<br/><br/>She fought to release her grip on the hand trapped in the clasp between their straining bodies, feeling the thrill of triumph when she managed to work it free. Immediately both hands reached upward to clench themselves in the hair at the back of his head.  <br/><br/>While she many not have been thinking clearly, her body obviously didn’t need any more direction than the demands made by his hands. She hopped when directed, helping his relocation of her body to the desk and wrapped her legs around his hips, pressing her heated core against him.<br/><br/>Her lips left his on a gasp at the sensation that created, one hand leaving his hair to slam back against the newly cleared surface for purchase. Leigh’s head rolled back slightly as she panted and rocked her hips again. Gawd he felt good. Strong and hard in all the right places. Her lids fell to half-mast almost drunkenly. Leigh wanted to eat him up with a spoon, rub her body against his like a cat. Fuck him until they were both spent. <br/><br/>She lifted one thigh, letting the calf and pointed toes slide along the fabric of the pants hugging his hips and ass. Uncurling her fingers from the new thoroughly mussed locks of her would be lover, Leigh’s right hand relocated, dragged lightly down the warm fabric of the shirt covering his chest. Down they wandered, over the pectorals and abs until they caught in his waist band. Her shirt gave way to his nimble fingers, falling to her waist and freeing her breasts. Her lips curled in a seductive smile.<br/><br/>Leigh gave a yank on the fabric of his waist band, and arched forward, nipping at his lower lip as it came into range. The weight now gone from the hand she’d used to brace her body, she put the dexterous fingers to a more worthy task, her tongue coming out to lave the small burn left by her teeth against his lower lip. A throaty chuckle spilled from her lips as the button of his slacks gave way.<br/><br/>The zipper followed quickly and then her small fingers were tunneling paste the fabric to curl around the hot hard length of him. Leigh captured her own lower lip between her teeth and moaned appreciatively.</span></span><br/>