<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Andrew Baldwin  || <strong>Location:</strong>  Towards the beac. || <strong>Tagged:</strong> Natalie</div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Sm2F4MZ.png)</div><br/>"So, if your friends call you Drew, what can I call you?"<br/><br/>Drew nearly had an immediate snarky answer come to mind.<em>Daddy.</em>Lucky for him, he was one who thought before running his mouth, and he waited just a few seconds before she stared down at his hard-on just as intently as he was fixated on her boobs - though he was trying his utmost to keep his focus on her eyes. Expectations (and calm) were nearly completely shattered when she did the impossible: an electric shock ran up his spine when the girl he met not just five minutes ago ran her finger up against his cock! For all his years of partying, hitting on girls and getting laid he had never met a girl who was probably just as aggressive as he is. He could even nearly feel himself blush when her breath was caressing his cheek.  Just like that. Anything else she said beyond that fell on utterly deaf ears.<br/><br/><em>Hot damn, Andy boy, you've just hit the fucking motherlode.</em><br/><br/>He didn't need to understand English at this point. The ass swaying with a gazelle's grace and the come-hither smouldering in her eyes was all the language he needed, and he tried his best to follow her without seeming like a dog following after her with his tongue hanging out.<br/><br/><br/><br/>