<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/VpwV62M/devon-daniels-5-crop.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Devon Daniels (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15007879#msg15007879)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>28<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>New York City<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>July 3rd, 2019 | After Midnight<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa Backyard, Grassy Edge of the Infinity Pool<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>A pair of blue plaid boxer shorts<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong><del>Cleo Balleta</del>Erm, no one, apparently<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elsa<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>I do not have the willpower to deny this woman,</em>Devon thought to himself as Elsa crossed her leg over him, pulling her whole body on top. She was shorter for him, that was for certain, but the sudden warmth of her body pressed to his, her eyes locked onto his own gaze, the arousal ran through him like a fluid. It was kind of like when they first stuck the IV in your hand or arm at the hospital, that sudden feeling of cold spreading in an unseen fashion, made aware of the trails your veins traveled for the first time. Only this was not cold. It was heat, and it threatened to take shape right between her straddling thighs.<br/><br/>When she spoke, though, it wasn't a refusal to cut things off there. It was simply a refusal to be protected. He couldn't help but smile at her in that moment, for she certainly looked like a Disney princess and had the stature of a woman that coaxed men into a primitive, protective mindset. Yet true to her confessions of her athletic prowess, she would refuse to allow her spirit to be crushed. So while she could have easily taken this moment as a rejection or denial, it was almost like a promise that this wasn't over. That they'd certainly finish it.<br/><br/>A thought that further threatened to awaken his arousal beneath her.<br/><br/>So he allowed his lips to press softly back into hers, and as she settled herself beside him he wrapped an arm about her shoulders. Her form felt good against his, though the way her leg draped right over his lap was... well, dangerous.<br/><br/>"If you feel something poking at you during the night," he said with a smile, "do not be alarmed. It's just my penis." His fingers rose and brushed some of the blonde strands of hair from her face to behind her ear, caressing the flesh slowly before returning to her shoulder. He closed his eyes as the two settled in side by side. Clearly, he was okay with this arrangement.