Matt: He would start by kissing at your throat sucking and bitting at your skin as he went leaving a trail of hickeys till his head was between your thighs. He would put your legs over his shoulders, gripping your ass he pulled you closer.
Wesely: He pushed you up against the wall in the stair way, the only moment alone you two had, had in far to long. You didn’t have time to react as he pushed your skirt up dropping down to his knees, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder as one hand held you in place against the wall.
Anatoly: never before had a conference call been so stressful. Anatoly sat between your legs under the desk as you tried to keep your breathing steady, as you talked bussiness over the phone.
Vladimir: He pushed you up on the counter tugging your pants off as he dropped down to his knees pulling you into him, staring by leaving hickeys on the inside of your thighs and leaving indents of his hands in your hip.
I just walked into a room at this party and someone yelled “dibs,“ Derek types, painstakingly tapping the message out with one hand because the other is occupied with keeping his beer tucked closely to his chest. The noise in the place is about as bad as the press of bodies and it’s already driving him a little insane. He has never regretted having enhanced senses more than this moment. It’s louder than most nightclubs in here.