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willow-addersaid****A bad quality grainy video surfaces online entitled "A Night in Grace". The link making its rounds. It seems to show a younger version of the City Council candidate Grace Johnson with an unknown man and a dirty hotel room. ***** [10:26] Clint was still more then a little off his rocker as they finally made it to their home for the night. It wasn't the first time he'd convinced one of the many tourists who came down to New Orleans to fuck him and it wouldn't be the last but it seemed his usual obstacle was present - always getting his feet in order. Finally snatching the key away from the manager after he ordered the room. Once to the door of the run down hotel room, he'd open it slightly, he knew from experience security was shit at these places so having someone already in the room was a definite. Seeing no one inside, he'd hold the door open for the lady, peering back with a smirk, "Well it seems that our little humble lover's home is as spacious as I imagined..." That slight curl to his lips, deepening while he brought his hand to the small of her back hoping to give her a slight shove before she could have a change of heart. [10:34] Grace Johnson (willow.adder) stood wobbling on her break neck heels, as she waited for the recently met monsieur to play peek-a-boo with the hotel room. Half lidded eyes greeted his back through the entirety and eventually his face as his attention returned to her. A sloppy smile spread her lips, while at the same time being warm and inviting, even appreciative as his large hand lay to her lower back and seemed to usher her into the small, dank room, but for her alcohol ladled mind it offered support and direction. Heels doing a noisy and disjointed click clack on to the dirty floor boards, her nose curled up as she entered the room and got her first good look around. Turning over her shoulder to tease, "You sure know how to show a lady a good time huh baby?" lifting her hand and finger to touch her fingertip just beneath his clean shaven chin, tracing from the top of his neck and along the skin until the fingertip flicked off the end of that strong chin. The bit of shove had her stumbling into the room, and propelled her towards the couch to which she did an unladylike flop, legs spread, dress riding up, beads clattering together noisily, which drew her attention to them as a small hand gripped the beads and held them up as if for perusal, "I did well tonight huh?" was half giggled. [10:43] Clint couldn't help but get a good view of what she had to offer as she fell back on the couch. His own smirk now developing into a full on raging smile, he knew he'd chosen wisely that night even if he himself still wasn't fully sure she would look that great in the morning. One step after the other he'd tell himself before he was finally stopped a few feet from where she sat. His head nodding up and down as she giggled, "You did great for this evening, had all the boys aiming their beads for you ...seems like you a little charmah." Leaning down slowly so he wouldn't stumble over as he bent to better reach her. He'd work slowly to draw her dress up along her thighs slightly, "And if'n you like those beads I got a nice pearl set that I think would look great on you." His eyes drawing up her body as he now had a closer look albeit a much darker one in the barely lit room. http://gyazo.com/9f4b824f53d59546e0a8965c0d430bef [10:52] Grace Johnson (willow.adder) laid heavily against the back of the couch, eyes so heavy lidded they almost looked closed while watching him stalk forward. "Right? We don't have anything like this back home. Maybe in college. But I just wanted one big hoorah before I put my nose to the grindstone yanno? I'm going to be a doctor.." the probably familiar drunk babble poured from her lips like water, while her face lulled to the side. When she felt the hem of her dress being worked up along her olive tone thighs, it drew another soft giggle from her lips, hand shooting down to cover over her sex which lay bare beneath the halter dress. However making no move to stop his progress. A heavy exhale escaped her as she lifted one leg that felt heavier than normal, the hefty heel practically bearing her foot back down like a lead weight. Still she managed to place her ankle on his shoulder, the feathers of his extravagant jacket tickling along her skin, which produced another sloppy giggling. "Was that a jizz joke?" The question pretty blatant,but she didn't sound offended, the tone its self was another half giggle. Tossing her head back and forth, sending her bangs to tumble about her face. "What did you say your name was again?" cheek coming to lay on the back of the couch once more, her ankle moving to rub against his jawline. [11:03] Clint placed his hand up along the ankle that was resting upon his shoulders, leaning his face towards it just before he'd lay a kiss upon the skin, "Clint..my name is Clint." Taking out something from his jacket he'd place it at the edge of the table facing them. Pressing a small button before returning with that charming expression firmly planted on his face again. Leaning in towards her, he'd attempt to brush he back of his hand along her face, "A doctor you say? Well doc' I'm having a few palpitations of the heart...maybe you should check on that for me." Bringing his other hand up to press along the chest that was slowly become more evident as he undid his jacket, "And that was in fact a jizz joke. I see why you're becoming a doctor. A little too smart for your own good hah." Both his hands coming down from their previous positions, he'd caress them along the outer parts of her bare thighs before smoothing them back up and getting a firm grasp of either side. [11:12] Grace Johnson (willow.adder) shivered from the soft touch of his lips to her ankle, the movement causing beads and dress to displace enough to display a pink aerola. Face still turned away, she barely noticed his efforts to place something on the table nearby, instead digging out a cell phone from her purse that had been carelessly flung to the couch in her initial flop. Thumb moving across the screen to type in the code and then once more to pull up her pandora app setting it to play, the quietly streaming music hopefully helping alleviate the dank hotel room ambiance just a bit. As his hand brushed along the side of her face, she nuzzled into it in a surprisingly tender way, plump lips dragging and catching along the knuckles as she did so. Breath tickling along his pale skin as she murmured, "Oh?" Leaning forward then to place her hand against the chest that was suddenly much more visible. Eyes opening fully to look at him through dark lashes, her chin tipped down. "I can feel it." his chest radiating heat into the small palm while she felt the beat of his heart. But just as quickly she flung herself back against the couch in a dramatic way, arms raising into the air, a bright smile on her face. "I can't wait. I'm going to be a great doctor you know." hips almost obediently or reflexively bucking upwards as his hands grasped her thighs, a little sigh caressing over her lower lip as it left her. [11:22] Clint wouldn't waste any time, leaning in quickly while he firmly held her thighs in his large hands once her own were tossed backwards. Quickly finding her lips he'd press his own to those full lips, their skin touching as his hands loosened from their hold to move to caress her outer thigh. Their lips tenderly pressed together then pulled a part so he could softly bite at her bottom lip before coming back to passionately kiss her again, each time landing a small kiss after the initial passionate press, "I don't doubt that." He would quickly say before he finally ended the kiss while gliding his hands upward, aiming to cup them around her waist, "My heart felt a little stronger with your skin touching mine. Maybe we should see if that course of action will improve me hmm?" Brow raised slightly while he cocked his head back just enough to get full view of her upper body. [11:33] Grace Johnson (willow.adder) bucked her hips upwards again when she felt his body leaning across hers as if calling it to her own, a coy smile upon those glossy lips as though her misadventure in New Orleans for spring break was turning out quite nicely. When his lips found hers, a gently moaned exclamation fed back into the kiss, but soon her hand lifted to press against the side of his face, cupping to it as if to hold him there so that she could drink him down more deeply through the kiss. The playful kiss on her lower lip brought an answering gasp and a wicked grin before she similarly met his passion with her own, throwing herself into the kiss with abandon. When his hands fell upon her waist, she squirmed forward on the couch, the effort causing her dress to lift all the more, bunching up around his hands at her waist. "Oh? Maybe I have a healing touch?" watching the direction of his eyes, she brought her fingers to the plunging neckline of her dress, tracing the fingertips along the edges and down the material tauntingly, just barely drawing it away to hint at more of the soft curve that lie below it. Bare from the waist down and suddenly eschewing modesty as she kept those light green eyes trained on his, the invitation although a bit alcohol aided, was clear as day. [11:39] Clint, himself couldn't be more drawn to her at this point noting the invitation her body and hips threw to him; it was received with enthusiasm. His right hand reach up towards the top of her dress as he attempted to make quick work of what at this point was a disappearing dress. Clenching the top of it gently to draw it down he'd stop at her shoulder before brushing the rest of it off, "I know of a couple of ailments that you could certainly fix doctor." Now brushing his body against hers he'd press firmly forward, his cock now held through his pants up against her soft skin. The only barrier between them were a few pieces of cloth, feeling the heat of her through the material. Drawing his other hand between them to clasp onto hers, he'd guide that hand slowly away from the neckline and bring it to his back as if asking her to hold onto him while he maneuvered about. http://gyazo.com/edd3399a0df40281dfa89ace1c40bb43 [11:50] Grace Johnson (willow.adder) lay pliantly as his hands drew away the top of her dress, soft whimpers leaving her as the cool, stale air of the hotel room drew over her suddenly bare skin, causing her nipples to grow taut from the sensation. Small hands almost bashfully reached up to cup over her breasts, hiding her nipples from view belatedly, large tits overflowing the hands that could not accommodate, the flesh of them bulging around her fingers and palms. White teeth sank against her lower lip, biting at it coquettishly as her eyes turned away in her continued coy demeanor. But as his body rested atop hers, those hands hesitantly fell away, those almost painfully tightened nipples now brushed against the suit jacket and his bare chest. Feeling the press of his cock drew another startled gasp, as if she didn't expect it in spite of their entanglement, but soon a soft purr vibrated in her throat as she rocked her hips, trying to grind herself on to the invitation that lay hard and thick between them. Hand moving complacently under his guidance, she left it where he had lain it, her other hand moving to mimic the first as if catching the drift and holding on, though one hand drew fingertips up and down his back caressingly. [12:00] Clint could feel her hand drawing up and down his back, working his shoulders back so that he might slide his jacket off baring himself to the room. Feathers and everything falling at the side while he slowly undressed. His torso now bare he would move quickly to press his body against her again, this time feeling the sensation of her warm skin against his own. Moving up and down slowly while they ground against the couch he'd feel her taught nipples against his chest dragging slightly whenever he moved. The sensation of it all causing him to smirk widely as her warm and inviting body kept the room's cool breeze from bringing the cold down upon him. Arms worked out of his jacket and now free he'd work them around the lush body before him as he did his best to cup her ass in one hand, pulling her left cheek away from the right so he could bare her ass slightly. His other hand coming down just above the crack of her ass before he'd let his hand slide down and grip just between her cheeks to mimic the first. [12:14] Grace Johnson (willow.adder) watched with fascination and hunger as he drew his jacket away, her hands moving to allow it before moving right back to his now bare back, like a magnet drew her touch to him. The loss of his body heat was sorely felt when he pulled away to remove his jacket, a sad mewling sound caught behind her lips as the cold air traced goosebumps over her skin and dragged another trembling shiver up along her spine. When the warm press of his pale skin met with hers once more, she moaned for the pleasure and heat of it. Practically wrapping herself around him, hugging herself to his body as if she would drink his heat in through her skin, breasts flattening against his chest. Every grinding movement brought a soft sound from her lips as the sensation against her nipples seemed to tickle along her nerves and had a direct line to her sex. When his hands slid beneath her ass and spread the cheeks, her dark brows rose with surprise and a little cry of surprise marked the air. "Oh my.." was a breathy whisper before she lifted her legs to wrap around his waist and try to draw him in towards her body even further. "Baby, you gonna fuck me or just play with me?" bit through air as she squirmed down once more, her pussy wet, pink, and plump already. A single dark brow rose as if in challenge, before those green eyes fell to the trapped length beneath his trousers having to lean back to look pointedly at it. Pressing forward once more, her lips kissing against his neck and draw up until white teeth tugged at his earlobe. "Fuck me." her breath hot on his skin. [12:26] Clint didn't need anymore of an invitation at that point, instead he was quick to pull away as he took a step or two back. Looking her naked body over as he kicked his shoes to the corner and took of his pants off. Just before he reached down to grab her wrist, if she allowed him to he would pull her up quickly as his body pressed her against the wall with his own. His body now flattening to her back which pressed against him. He moved to take his dick to rub slowly up and down the back of her ass occassionally sliding it forward to feel the warmth radiating from her pussy and thighs on his cock. Handing dragging along the soft skin of her back until he was gripping her shoulder. Using that narrow shoulder to push her forward slightly, "If its that you want sugah why don't you just press that fine ass of yours out a little more and I'll show you what we got to offer down in the new orleans ." http://gyazo.com/1f301bbb6815c27585577e552af657cc [12:37] Grace Johnson (willow.adder) whimpered sadly again as he pulled away, rolling eyes up that were turned down at the corners in her pouting as were those full lips. But when her slightly foggy mind caught up to the fact that he was removing more clothing, she practically bounced forward with enthusiasm. The tug to her wrist drew her easily, though unsteadily to her feet, violently red and ridiculously tall heels not aiding in the effort to stay standing. There was a dizzying moment of being corralled against the wall, her feet heavy and clumsy in the effort, beads clattering against her bare body once more. When her palms met with the filthy wall, soon her cheek and tits followed, flattening to it as if grateful for its stability beneath her. When she felt the heat of his cock against the soft skin of her fat little ass, she was already using her hands on the wall to push back towards him, begging for that cock as her lower back arched. Only to feel the strong hand fall upon her shoulder and encourage her to press forward even more, http://gyazo.com/5a8dae6c81bd494241852920097646fe [12:47] Clint shoved the head of his cock into her wet little pussy, her ass presenting itself as her torso slid lower and lower. Pressing the head firmly against the soft lips of her sex, he'd slide it back and forth, drawing her wetness on its tip. Giving it a little more of an angle before pressing firmly into her. The length of his cock slowly sliding into her warmth spreading her apart until the base of his cock was finally pressing against the lips of her pussy. A large groan bellowing from deep within him while he worked his body back and forth giving her everything he had with each thrust, "Here we go..." He would whisper more to himself before swinging her around and pressing his cock deeper inside of her as he swung her away from the wall. Bending his legs down while positioning his pelvis up he'd make quick work of grabbing at her body to pull it down hard on his cock each time. [12:55] Grace Johnson (willow.adder) shivered when she was teased with the quick entrance of the head of his cock, pressing back as though she would force herself farther on to his length. As the head teased along her wet slit, a frustrated sound between a whimper and a groan left her as she practically squirmed, slutty little body begging for it. "Please." her begging turned to words. Head shooting backwards, mouth opening around a long, low and grateful moan as she finally felt his cock pushing into her in that slow tortuous stroke, her pussy lips finally leaving a wet kiss upon his pelvis when he was fully sheathed inside her. Breath was held in her lungs, her breasts swollen out with the effort as she waited for him to begin to thrust, the anticipation causing a quick ripple of her sex around his cock. When he swung her around, she fell forward, her hands reaching back to grope for him, in an effort to stay upright, a small squeak leaving her, hands seeking his, so that she might pull herself on to him and meet his thrusts with her own. [13:04] Clint met each of her body's thrust with his own, hearing her whimper and ask for more he was more then willing to oblige the request. Tumbling forward with his cock still in her, he wouldn't stop even if they were stumbly fuck drunk. Catching himself on her back as they fell he'd wrap his body as best he could around hers while driving his cock back and forth inside of her. Skin beginning to sweat, bodies beginning to meld as each heave of his chest was pressed into her back. His hot breath coming back over her neck, breathing hard and rough against the skin of her neck as his cock worked in and out of her body. Leaning into her his teeth would begin teasing at her lobe, each time attempting a small bite before finally latching onto the tender lobe. [13:13] Grace Johnson (willow.adder) felt his cock jar inside of her as they stumbled, each almost tumble seeming to cause him to drag along her g-spot and illicit a little cry of appreciation from her. Thighs tensed as she continued to work backwards, her hands finally falling to the floor to use it to push back against him, the sounds of flesh slapping to flesh resounding in the air around them. When his torso pressed to her back as he wrapped his body around hers, she reached back to grab for his hand, bringing it forward to wrap the large palm to her breast, fitting her own hand over his and forcing his hand to squeeze at the full tit as it hung forward. His warm wet breath and mouth on the sensitive skin of her earlobe, she moaned, her hand abandoning his to move between her thighs, fingers working furiously at her clit as she tried to ride the threatening orgasm. "Please. " Her pussy though wet was starting to ache from the rough treatment and harsh thrusts and the slap of his pelvis against her pussy lips. "So close.." she groaned pathetically, and as if the imploring words were the cue, the orgasm took her. Eyes rolling back into her head, body convulsing and shaking, pitching her forward as her knees grew weak. Body shaking like she was having a seizure, it was only echoed in her pussy as the walls contracted and relaxed over and over again around the invader. [13:22] Clint felt her body tense around his cock as he began to feel his own tension as he lay against her spine. Grunting loudly while a quick shot of lightning shot down his spine, his hand clenching her breasts while she started riding her waves of pleasure, using the grip to hold her upright. The feeling giving him his own bits of pleasure as he'd bite down firmly but not sharply on the flesh of her neck, letting his cock slide from her slick sex. Pulling his hands away he'd press her down while he straightened his body upward. Jerking his cock a few more seconds he would start feeling his cock shoot hot spurs of jizz up and down the roundness ofher ass. The streams of it dripping down her ass slowly until he was finally done and the last drop fell onto her cheeks. Bringing his hand up to wipe away the beads of sweat on his forehead before he'd smirk. Looking down at her then, "Thanks Doc....I think I'm all good now...." Hands coming back down he'd step over towards the table and the camera he had set up earlier finger moving to press the button and turn it off. **Songs that played on the pandora app while the tape was recording.**** Kongos - Escape Flux Pavilion - I Can't Stop Evanescence - Hello Kongos - Take me Back Artcie Monkeys - Why'd you only call me when you're high Passenger - Let Her go Ron Pope - A drop in the ocean Great Big World - Say Something Breaking Benjamin - Blow Me Away My Darkest Days - Casual Sex Shindedown - Sounds of Madness Emii - Magic Linkin Park - Breaking the Habit Three Days Grace - I hate Everything About You Linkin Park - Numb/Encore Disturbed - Pain Redefined Carney - There She Goes |
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