<div class="floatright">(http://i57.tinypic.com/wlp1g5.jpg)</div><strong>Character: </strong>Biff<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Dorm: Floor 1: Room 1<br/><strong>With: </strong>Quinn, Tiana<br/><hr/><br/>He didn't understand some of the words, and the trouble was that despite her reassurances he was worried about harming her. It was not a feeling that generally bothered him before now, hurting someone; especially when the act would cause him to feel good. She seemed to know what she was getting herself into though, and just maybe he was over-thinking this. That would be a first.<br/><br/>What would not be a first, not even for today, was what followed. His rod delved within seeking sensation and stimulation, finding both in ample supply. He drove onwards toward their mutual satisfaction, laying kisses upon her body and caressing any inch of flesh he could place a hand to. His legs angled oddly but for a man of his size, Biff was exceedingly flexible. One stood on the ground and the other lay crooked on the bed, allowing him to shift his angle when it seemed appropriate to elicit further noise from his companion. Throughout the rhythmic gyrations occurring within their coupling, never did he forget Quinn however. She had the full attention of one of his hands as well, for what that was worth. It plumbed her depths with a finger, and eventually perhaps two if it felt as though she could accommodate them comfortably. He pumped both hip and wrist, sometimes alternating and sometimes simultaneously as he could not keep straight precisely what he was doing as his mind, awash in voluptuous bliss, could not keep straight the many scents, sounds, and feelings. It was quickly becoming a futile effort to continue, but he decided to finish on a high note.<br/><br/>Withdrawing the fingers from Quinn, whom he would return to in a minor moment, he practically fed them to Tiana, wanting to see the girl taste the lust of another woman. While doing so, he reached beneath her to cradle her back and lift her from the bed, in an effort to achieve deepest connection and penetration. He was rapidly approaching his own climax and neither knew how to stave off the incipient conclusion of their nor whether or not he had done enough. Would she have liked some assplay? Biff never knew how to ask and it wasn't as though everyone did. His arm held her lower back while he half juggled her, the fingers and hand previously dripping with Quinn's juices, if they weren't still being spoken for in Tiana's mouth, moving down to support Tiana's ass and the last several powerful strokes he hoped to make. It was everything he wanted it to be, and he found himself wishing that he had not foolishly failed to ask her name. She would give it, he hoped. He was about to give her something of himself, something beyond flesh and fluid. The giant's chest practically tore at the thought.