Towering Pines - Eames Residence
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				Title: <strong>Towering Pines - Eames Residence</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HannibalBarca</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 01:33:46</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/d/d3/Architecture-small-housedesign-gallery-building-styles-remodel-pics-style-photo-interior-pool-architecture-houses-plans-of-this-big-modern-house-galerry-photo-of-modern-houses-images-with-new-designs-ide.jpg/800px-Architecture-small-housedesign-gallery-building-styles-remodel-pics-style-photo-interior-pool-architecture-houses-plans-of-this-big-modern-house-galerry-photo-of-modern-houses-images-with-new-designs-ide.jpg)</div><br>The home of Gregory and Shane Eames, a very modern and relatively small mansion as these things go.&nbsp; Found on Valencia Court in Weaver Way.
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				Post by: <strong>HannibalBarca</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 05:50:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/e/e9/Jeffrey-Dean-Morgan6.jpg/441px-Jeffrey-Dean-Morgan6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Greg Eames<br><strong>Time &amp; Location:</strong> Evening | Eames residence<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Taegan<br><strong>Dressed:</strong> Leather bomber jacket, silk shirt, slacks, boots<br><strong>Content:</strong> At the Eames residence party<br><br><hr><br>Greg let her prattle, simply giving her the up and down, after he turned the lights on.&nbsp; He was sure there were some down in the backyard or nearby that could have seen them both.&nbsp; He took another sip, leisurely.&nbsp; <em>Well</em>.&nbsp; If this girl wasn't an eye-full and then some.&nbsp; Oh, it was more than her body, which seemed to push his buttons in all the right ways, anyway.&nbsp; She was missing that troublesome thing called <em>modesty</em>, it seemed...that <em>fuck-the-world</em> attitude was clearly apparent.<br><br>"It's my place."&nbsp; The reply came a good ten seconds after she'd stopped speaking.&nbsp; Sitting on his bed, just so god-damned nonchalant about it all, not to mentioned dressed the part of both a homewrecker and a high school tease, he could read the danger just oozing out of every one of her pretty pores.&nbsp; "And I don't bother much with hiding anything."&nbsp; Another sip.&nbsp; "Not my style."<br><br>He watched her legs scissoring back and forth for a few seconds more.<br><br>"Looks like the most interesting thing in this room, though, is sitting right on my bed."&nbsp; He took the last sip of scotch, then set the tumbler on a dresser next to him, and crossed his arms.&nbsp; "Doesn't look too hidden, though.&nbsp; Kinda out in the open."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Eames Residence</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 06:14:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/73/ec/13/73ec1360f89e74d589663b35b8f79814.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Taegan "Tae" Petrov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13073346#msg13073346)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | Eames' Residence<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Fuck Me Quietly (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/1c/34/51/1c34510cb02239040ff1c36a30ea0a64.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Greg Eames<br><strong>Content</strong>: Flirting<br><br><hr><br>She grinned as his eyes moved over her body, and took the opportunity to look him over in return.&nbsp; The bit of silver in his scruff and the handsomely ruffled look of his hair was wildly appealing, not to mention those big, masculine hands.&nbsp; Tae had a bit of a hand fetish, and she wasn't the least bit ashamed of it.&nbsp; She loved the feel of a rough hand on her delicate skin, or fisted in her hair, or closing around her slender neck.&nbsp; The thought of fingers being shoved into her mouth, or spreading her open, all of it just sent intense tingles through her lower abdomen.&nbsp; Watching Greg's hand lower to put his glass on the dresser, her tongue absently curled to touch the tip against the center of her upper lip.<br><br>"I bet you give good spankings, huh?"<br><br>She flashed a mischievous grin, and shifted her position on the bed, bouncing a bit as she knelt on the edge and faced him, eyes flashing.&nbsp; "I'm still <em>kind of</em> hidden, Mr. Eames.&nbsp; I mean, all the best bits of me, anyhow."&nbsp; She glanced down at her lap, hands teasing the hem of her skirt up slightly on her parted thighs.&nbsp; Looking back up, she bit her bottom lip, her teeth looking especially white against the black stain that coverd her mouth.&nbsp; "I should have guessed you weren't much for secrets...given the windows.&nbsp; I don't bother hiding much either.&nbsp; People mostly only hide what they're ashamed of, and I've been told on numerous occasions that I have no shame."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Eames Residence</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HannibalBarca</strong> on <strong>31-03-2017, 04:17:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/e/e9/Jeffrey-Dean-Morgan6.jpg/441px-Jeffrey-Dean-Morgan6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Greg Eames<br><strong>Time &amp; Location:</strong> Evening | Eames residence<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Taegan<br><strong>Dressed:</strong> Leather bomber jacket, silk shirt, slacks, boots<br><strong>Content:</strong> At the Eames residence party<br><br><hr><br><em>"I bet you give good spankings, huh?"</em><br><br>"Exquisite," he answered.&nbsp; He'd never spanked any of his children.&nbsp; No, that was saved for extracurricular activities.&nbsp; He wasn't particularly into BDSM, but it held its place as a suitable tool in his arsenal.&nbsp; For this girl, though, it looked like the right club for the fairway.<br><br>She looked young--not <em>too </em>young, of course--but the vibe she was giving off said <em>player </em>loud and clear.&nbsp; She was a crazy type, he could tell.&nbsp; Just being up here said she was more than that as well.&nbsp; Adrenaline junkie?&nbsp; Well, that would put her in pretty much the same category as him.<br><br><em>"I should have guessed you weren't much for secrets...given the windows.&nbsp; I don't bother hiding much either.&nbsp; People mostly only hide what they're ashamed of, and I've been told on numerous occasions that I have no shame."</em><br><br>"Shame is a wasted emotion," the homeowner replied, uncrossing his arms and walking slowly towards her.&nbsp; He reached out a hand, smoothing some hair from the fine features of her face.&nbsp; "So why not get unhidden, Miss...?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Eames Residence</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>31-03-2017, 04:31:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/73/ec/13/73ec1360f89e74d589663b35b8f79814.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Taegan "Tae" Petrov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13073346#msg13073346)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | Eames' Residence<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Fuck Me Quietly (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/1c/34/51/1c34510cb02239040ff1c36a30ea0a64.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Greg Eames<br><strong>Content</strong>: Flirting<br><br><hr><br>She grinned as he drew closer and turned her head into the feel of his hand on her face, lips parting to let her briefly capture the tip of his tongue in her mouth.&nbsp; Big, khol-lined, green eyes gaze up at him as she sucks momentarily, her tongue teasingly swirling around it before she drew her head back to let his thumb pop free.<br><br>"Taegan Petrov.&nbsp; But, you can call me Tae...or princess...kitten..."<br><br>She trailed off as she leaned back to begin unbuttoning her shirt, looking down at her hands as her fingers deftly tripped from one button to the next, staring at the bottom.&nbsp; A little, wicked smile curled her dark lips and she paused for a second, glancing up with a certain twinkle in her eye.<br><br>"Wait...What do <em>I</em> get out of this, Mr. Eames?&nbsp; How about I trade you a button for a button?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Eames Residence</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HannibalBarca</strong> on <strong>31-03-2017, 05:29:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/e/e9/Jeffrey-Dean-Morgan6.jpg/441px-Jeffrey-Dean-Morgan6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Greg Eames<br><strong>Time &amp; Location:</strong> Evening | Eames residence<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Taegan<br><strong>Dressed:</strong> Leather bomber jacket, silk shirt, slacks, boots<br><strong>Content:</strong> At the Eames residence party<br><br><hr><br>Greg was no stranger to young women who were extroverts or even pushed the edge as far as dress or behavior.&nbsp; This Taegan, though...watching her suck his thumb, never taking her eyes off of him...&nbsp; She was a lot deeper lake than he'd expected.&nbsp; "Well, you're small enough to be a kitten, aren't you?"&nbsp; <br><br>He ran a finger under her chin.&nbsp; She was very pleasantly petite, rather different than many of the women his age in the community.&nbsp; No, he was an equal-opportunity kind of guy.&nbsp; Variety did speak to him louder than most of his other interests, and Taegan was almost exotic.&nbsp; Definitely a delightful kind of mystery prize.<br><br><em>"Wait...What do I get out of this, Mr. Eames?&nbsp; How about I trade you a button for a button?"</em><br><br>He put his hands on his hips.&nbsp; "Fair's fair."&nbsp; He slipped off his jacket smoothly, tossing it aside, and stayed put where he was, legs against the bed and a matter of inches from her there, kneeling on the bed.&nbsp; Proximity was a powerful thing, whether you were next to a fire, the stage at a concert...or a beautiful woman who was willing.&nbsp; Opening his shirt and pulling it out of his slacks, he revealed his well-put together form.&nbsp; It took more to stay in good shape at his age, but it sure did pay dividends.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Eames Residence</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>31-03-2017, 05:55:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/73/ec/13/73ec1360f89e74d589663b35b8f79814.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Taegan "Tae" Petrov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13073346#msg13073346)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | Eames' Residence<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Fuck Me Quietly (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/1c/34/51/1c34510cb02239040ff1c36a30ea0a64.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Greg Eames<br><strong>Content</strong>: Flirting<br><br><hr><br>Her eyes were locked on him as he removed his jacket and opened his shirt, a quiet sound of interest rising in her throat.&nbsp; Her eyes wandered up after a moment and she smiled, tossing her hair back over her shoulders as her fingers continued their path up between her small breasts.&nbsp; <br><br>"Perfect."<br><br>She pushed herself up so she was upright on her knees, further diminishing the distance between them, so that her hands lightly brushed against his chest as she unbuttoned her shirt.&nbsp; Once the buttons were all free, she dropped her hands to untie the straps around her slender waist and let the shirt hang open, providing teasing glimpses of the sides of her unfettered breasts, the skin revealed from collarbone to navel in a slender line, every inch soft, flawless and enticing.<br><br>She reached up to curl one hand behind his neck, her slow, steady breaths eliminating the space between their chests with each inhale, so their bare skin ever so slightly brushed for a moment...and then again.<br><br>"So...Should I just keep calling you Mr. Eames, sir?&nbsp; I will if you want me to."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Eames Residence</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomblade403xxx</strong> on <strong>02-04-2017, 08:32:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f5/07/9e/f5079eeaa74fc6308f7432a7189a2c3a.jpg)</div><br>========================================<br>Name: Shane Eames<br>Time &amp; Location: Morning After the Party<br>Wearing: Not a fuckin thing...<br>Tagging: No one in particular..just felt like posting something<br>Content: Quiet introspection<br>========================================<br><br><br>"BRIGHT...I didn't close the curtains!!!"&nbsp; <br><br>That was the first thought that ran through young Shane's head as he awoke. He kept his eyes tightly closed and rubbed them with his left hand. He tried to move his right hand but found it locked in place and unable to move. He also became slowly aware of weight on him. His Right thigh, his stomach, and right arm. <br><br>It takes a few minutes for him to adjust to the light, but he finally fights his eyes open to a scene he really thought was a dream. Umi was naked and pinned to his right side in a sort of protective and loving embrace. They had apparently fallen asleep on the floor, atop the twister mat after lots of drinking and several rule variations of the game. Emi lays in the floor on his left side, her head on his abdomen, with her hand on his thigh. She is also naked. <br><br>Part of what happened last night he remembered, other parts were a bit of a blur. The girls are college students at the local university who traveled all the way from South Korea for classes. Ami was very upset about a boy cheating on her, and her friends took her to the party for support and to forget her troubles. It seemed to work, as Ami was passed out face down and naked on the lower bunk of his bunk beds.<br>&nbsp;<br>Reiko was on the top bunk and he was unable to tell if she was naked. As his eyes adjusted to the light of this new day, so came the revelation that in some form or another, he has been intimate with all these women. <br><br>They made their intentions clear out of the gate. This tryst was nothing more than a one night stand. Ami's college man apparently is a football player, and this was her way of telling him to fuck off. There might have been some pictures taken too, but he was unsure about that as he tried to shift from under the two bodies and get up. His head throbbed as he got first to his knees, then to his feet on his trip to the bathroom. Both of the girls tried to hold him in place, and whined at his attempt to stir, but he had to get up. There was no telling how much pink panty dropper they had ingested last night. It paid dividends in getting him laid and now the balance must be returned. <br><br>Better in the toilet than on the floor...<br><br>He leans up against the wall in the bathroom, angled precariously over the toilet so the world will stop spinning, and sighs as urine hits water in a long steady stream. The slow relief of pressure makes him moan aloud and it takes a minute before his bladder is empty. He uses the wall to find the edge of the bathtub and seat himself on the floor before flushing the toilet. The noise of the flush hurt his pounding head, but it was the nature of the beast. When you party hard, the hangover is just part of the game. <br><br>As he sits naked in the bathroom floor and looks into his room, he realizes Tim left with Mrs. St Clair last night. While he enjoyed the night he had, he would've traded Tim without a seconds hesitation. As much fun as he had last night he felt like a marionette in their little puppet show. This incidently is how most girls his age make him feel. There is always some drama or some conflict that comes along with his interest, and it's not something he asks for, it's just something that happens. <br><br>Which is why he always has a soft spot in his heart, and a hard cock in his pants for older women. Imagine a nice innocent, drama free relationship, with a woman who isn't looking for marriage. She just wants someone to pass some time with...to teach about her body...and to learn about this next generation. <br>It's a hard sell to a beautiful older women though. High school football star. Sure he's pretty to look at, but none would bite. They assume a good looking football star with his aspirations has the world by the balls. It's not true, but it's the perception they get when they see him.<br>&nbsp;<br>Although his dad has money and could give him whatever he wanted, what he wanted most couldn't be bought. His dad is an unrepentant hound, and he makes no apologies for it. When he and mom split she made him take Shane with him. In the two letters he's received from his mother since the split some years ago, she said Shane was a constant reminder of his infidelity. <br><br>Hell of a thing for a mother to say...stranger still she became the 'sister wife' of some far flung rancher in Utah. <br><br>It took alot of time and effort for the Greg and Shane to bond, but when it happened, he forgot about his wayward mother. He devoted all his time into working, sports, and hanging with his dad. Occasionally one of the other kids would come around, but for the most part it had always been just them. <br>Dr. Phil would probably say that his interest in older women has something to do with his mother's rejection. A way to replace her with a more loving female role model. Maybe he would even be right.<br><br>For all of his swagger and bravado, he is one of the more down to earth of his family. Nana Eames things his mother fucked a passing preacher and sired Shane, Thinking he's just not the wild child her son produces. Again she might be right. A lot of his dads antics make him a bit uncomfortable, and occasionally he gets stuck in the middle of those escapades.<br><br>It's all part of being an Eames... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Eames Residence</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HannibalBarca</strong> on <strong>02-04-2017, 19:58:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/e/e9/Jeffrey-Dean-Morgan6.jpg/441px-Jeffrey-Dean-Morgan6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Greg Eames<br><strong>Time &amp; Location:</strong> Evening | Eames residence<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Taegan<br><strong>Dressed:</strong> Leather bomber jacket, silk shirt, slacks, boots<br><strong>Content:</strong> At the Eames residence party<br><br><hr><br><em>"So...Should I just keep calling you Mr. Eames, sir?&nbsp; I will if you want me to."</em><br><br>"Mr. Eames works just fine... <em>Kitten</em>."&nbsp; His eyes were on hers when he said it, the inflection unmistakable.&nbsp; Not only the tone of his voice but his demeanor spoke volumes on just how he wished the proceedings to continue.&nbsp; He brought his hands up to her shoulders, his large fingers and broad palms moving over both the fabric of her top and her silky skin, slipping under the cloth and sliding it down her arms.&nbsp; The disrobing was secondary to his hands firmly brushing all along the length of those arms, his grip like a possessive thing.&nbsp; When he reached her hands, his own moved behind her, taking her by her well-developed ass and pulling her into him, where he bent his head forward and kissed her fully and confidently on her dark-painted lips.<br><br>He broke many seconds later, long enough to give her a smile, before grabbing that selfsame attractive ass and lifting the young woman off of the bed, gathered against him.&nbsp; "You're a daring girl, aren't you?"&nbsp; He turned towards the windows of his room overlooking the back yard and party below.&nbsp; "Something tells me you like the rush of excitement more than most women."&nbsp; He reached one of the panes, not stopping until he had her pressed against it.<br><br>The sounds of the party were clear through the window, as were the lights and the partygoers.&nbsp; As were Greg and Taegan themselves.&nbsp; He kissed her again, slowly but briefly, before looking into her eyes again.&nbsp; "Admit it, Tae.&nbsp; You want everyone to see, don't you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Eames Residence</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>03-04-2017, 02:37:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/73/ec/13/73ec1360f89e74d589663b35b8f79814.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Taegan "Tae" Petrov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13073346#msg13073346)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | Eames' Residence<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Fuck Me Loudly (https://68.media.tumblr.com/d85cd1613f797d108ef759c23b9624f5/tumblr_odjz0eRTWK1uwwff4o1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Greg Eames<br><strong>Content</strong>: Grrrawr!<br><br><hr><br>She purred loudly as he stroked her arms, arching her back and letting her head fall back a bit as her shirt slid free and dropped to the bed.&nbsp; Her small breasts were up-tilted and the dusky rose peaks had tightened considerably.&nbsp; As his hands gripped her ass, her arms rose to curl around his neck, fingers delving into his hair to tickle her nails lightly over his scalp as her lips parted beneath the pressure of his mouth.&nbsp; Her tongue teased against his and the firm muscles in her plump ass flexed in his hands.<br><br>When the kiss broke, she grinned back at him, then squealed softly and giggled as he lifted her up, her legs instinctively curling around his hips as he turned.&nbsp; "Mmm...Life's too short to hold back, Mr. Eames.&nbsp; I want to experience everything I possibly can before I'm too old to enjoy it."&nbsp; She jumped and shivered with a gasp when her bare back hit the cool glass, then she turned her head to peer down at the party, fingers tightening a bit in his hair.&nbsp; Not only was there the intensely sexy element of anyone being able to look up and see them, but she also had a delicious rush from the sense of hanging over a precipice.<br><br>"Oh god, yes!"&nbsp; She swallowed thickly and rolled her hips to grind her, now aching, pelvis against his as she returned the kiss.&nbsp; Once it ended, her head dropped back against the window softly and she licked her lips, gazing back at him through her thick lashes.&nbsp; "I want them to watch you fuck me, Mr. Eames..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Eames Residence</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HannibalBarca</strong> on <strong>06-04-2017, 05:34:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/e/e9/Jeffrey-Dean-Morgan6.jpg/441px-Jeffrey-Dean-Morgan6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Greg Eames<br><strong>Time &amp; Location:</strong> Evening | Eames residence<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Taegan<br><strong>Dressed:</strong> Leather bomber jacket, silk shirt, slacks, boots<br><strong>Content:</strong> At the Eames residence party<br><br><hr><br><em>"Mmm...Life's too short to hold back, Mr. Eames.&nbsp; I want to experience everything I possibly can before I'm too old to enjoy it."</em><br><br>"Sounds like me," Greg chuckled, then gripped her ass even more tightly, grinding his own hips against her in return.&nbsp; His fingers got under her panties, working them down and around one leg at a time, even if he ended up tearing the fragile things.&nbsp; He really didn't worry about such things.&nbsp; Money was in good supply, and the women didn't usually complain about it.&nbsp; Besides, he had his own pants unbuttoned and unzipped, and Tae was probably going to be focused on other things very soon.&nbsp; <br><br>Her own words proved it.&nbsp; It was funny, just how similar she seemed to think.&nbsp; Sure, he'd had other partners who were exhibitionists before, and younger ones too.&nbsp; He slid the head of his cock through her moist folds, teasing her.&nbsp; He wondered how much she could take before she was grinding herself down on him...she could dish it out, but could she take it?<br><br>"They're going to get an eyeful."<br><br>He held her more fully against the pane, moving his hands to hers, gripping them under his larger ones.&nbsp; Her ass was now pressed tightly against the glass, and he tilted his hips, tempting her again with the expected penetration.&nbsp; He kissed her roughly, then parted, looking her in the eyes.&nbsp; "Isn't anticipation a bitch?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Eames Residence</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>07-04-2017, 15:24:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/73/ec/13/73ec1360f89e74d589663b35b8f79814.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Taegan "Tae" Petrov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13073346#msg13073346)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | Eames' Residence<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Fuck Me Loudly (https://68.media.tumblr.com/d85cd1613f797d108ef759c23b9624f5/tumblr_odjz0eRTWK1uwwff4o1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Greg Eames<br><strong>Content</strong>: Grrrawr!<br><br><hr><br>She giggled breathlessly as she wriggled and maneuvered her legs to allow for the expedited removal of her skimpy black thong, her hands gripping his shoulders so she didn't fall.&nbsp; Well, until his hands captured her own and trapped them between his palms and the cool glass, leaving her pinned against the window by his body.&nbsp; She arched with a whimper as his length rubbed against her slick, sensitive flesh, sending pulses shooting through her lower abdomen that only prompted more moisture to coat her skin.<br><br>"I dunno...I kinda like it."&nbsp; She panted the words with a wicked grin, meeting his gaze boldly as she wriggled her hips to ensure the teasing was just as deliciously torturous for him as it was for her.&nbsp; "The minute you slide your dick inside of me, I stop being able to crave having your dick inside of me.&nbsp; And when you start fucking me, I stop being able to wonder what it'll feel like to have you fucking me.&nbsp; Every moment we're <em>not</em> having sex is only adding to the excitement over what it will be like once we are..."<br><br>She rolled her head back, licking her lips with a low, throaty moan and then turning her head once more to peer down at the party, shuddering at the sight of them all mingling down there.&nbsp; "You're a bad man, Mr. Eames.&nbsp; Mayor McCheese's silicone slut's down there...you might be getting a harshly-worded letter from the homeowner's association about the impropriety of fucking young girls against your windows."&nbsp; She turned back to face him and ran the tip of her tongue over her teeth, hips twitching to glide her folds over the head of his cock.
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