<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"></span><div class="floatleft">(http://s13.postimage.org/tbe7h5cgz/007.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Name:</strong>  Rome Ivos Dotson.<br/><strong>Position:</strong> Defense against the Dark Arts Professor. <br/><strong>Location:</strong> Amsterdam Restaurant.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Athena. <br/><br/></span><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Her could not help but grin at her question, everyone around her completely irrelevant and disappearing from his thought and sight. In response, he said nothing, but lifted his hands from her ass to her hips if only for a moment, to raise her to the very tip of his hidden cock, only to slide her down the shaft inch by inch so she could feel every single stretch of his shaft, which seemed to be quite abit longer than average. He flashed her his grin when she slid all the way down to the very base,  his lips opening so he could only whisper "You tell me." <br/><br/>Then he licked her all the way to her lips, and before he could say something ever so clever, or try and tease, she had her hand in the back of his hair and her desire finally gave in so she could press his lips into her own. The touch sparked through him like lightning, his hand instantly raising to slide into her hair and press her head forward, deepening the passionate and hungry kiss instantly. She clinged to him, and his chest pressed into her breasts. His tongue escaped him to slide into the moist crevices of her mouth, licking and exploring her own, leaving a trail of saliva between them when she finally parted his lips to take a breath of air and stare into his eyes. <br/><br/>He nearly brought her right back, and slid that dress completely up so he would have her right there, before she gave in to him and her words run at his. Oh when she just directly threatened to have him fuck her right on that table, nothing could have turned him on more and he could not resist biting down on her lower lip a little hard, maintain a moan from escaping and suppressing his desire if for but a second longer. He managed to calm himself for a but a moment, only for him to whisper. "About fucking time." <br/><br/>He grinned, and with a quiet spell and the absence of eyes from them, he cast the apperation spell and with a swish of air they vanished from their seats. Half a second later, and suddenly they returned to reality from the fabric of space, and with a bit of a fall she found herself in a small, cheap motel room on the ground floor. The door was locked, no one knew they were there, and their position stayed the same. The only difference was instead of his lap, she was seated on a desk beside the T.V, where her legs and arms were wrapped around his waist. He propped her onto the desk a little more, and swung his hand to knock everything off of it and send it hurling to the floor. <br/><br/>"Time to find out if you even wore something beneath that dress, and my cock will be the judge." </span>