<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WhLMo14.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Chloe  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236818#msg13236818)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Black hoodie, black jeans, black and white snickers<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday | June 9th, 2017<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Chloe’s place<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Getting warmer<br/><strong> TAGGING:</strong>Phillip<br/><br/><br/>All it took was one touch to melt her. They have been this close before, fooling around, but this time there was so much tension in the air that it practically crackled between them. With a treasonous shift, her anxiety changed into something wanton and needy.<br/><br/><strong>”Phil.”</strong>her breath left in a wordless rush as her breast filled his palm and she settled more comfortably against him, taking his free hand and guiding it underneath her t-shirt. She wanted him to cup the other one as well.<br/><br/><strong>”Don’t let it get lonely.”</strong>she whispered amused. It was her way to ease the tension between them because if she were to take this too seriously, undoubtedly things will blow up. Against them, not for them.The heat coming off his body wasn’t something to take lightly.<br/><br/>She turned and dropped her head into the fragrant hollow of his neck, kissing it with many reverent pecks before gazing up at him. She waited with her parted lips and as he kissed her, their murmurs and their tongues intertwined. Chloe was utterly in love and she wanted him with the ferocity of someone who has been waiting for far too long and yet she felt clumsy, hesitant. His fingers kneaded her flesh, sending tingles up her chest and down her spine.<br/><br/>They kissed for a long time, ravenously like teenagers. Her breasts tingled at the tips and something was happening between her legs as Chloe realized that she wanted more from him. She was petite and lithe and in his arms she looked like a doll. A living, breathing, feisty doll you wouldn’t want to mess with, but to him she had always revealed her more tempered side.<br/><br/>When they finally broke the kiss, she caressed his stomach, sliding her small hand underneath his shirt and pressing her lower palm against his skin, wishing to touch him lower, but hesitant to do so.<br/><br/>