|
Post by Crissy Reed on Jun 5, 2008 1:29:40 GMT -5
Crissy licked her lips sexily. She was always a fan of whipped cream. "Oh yes. Yes, yes, yes. Now why should I do that?" She asked innocently enough. She fallowed him into the living room slowly, allowing her toes to drag behind her with every step, looking rather dramatic.
Her eyebrows raised as he mentioned her thong. "If that's all you wanted to see, you just had to ask. But instead, you threw the water." She continued to shake the can slowly. She watched as he rounded the pool table. If she had her way, she would have just sprayed over the table, but because her brother paid so much for it, she figured she might as well be respectful.
As soon as he mentioned the white shirt, she shook her head and jumped onto the table easily. She didn't mind if she got everything else covered in whipped cream, as long as the pool table was safe. She hit the little nozzel, spraying whipped cream in basically every direction. She was sure she had gotten him atleast a little. Hell she was sure she had ever gotten it on herself.
|
|
|
Post by Oliver Porter on Jun 9, 2008 6:14:53 GMT -5
"Ahh" Oliver screamed as he saw a jet of the creamy white stuff coming straight at him. He ran back into he kitchen but alas he wasn't quick enough because of her wild movements with the can he had gotten some all in his hair… "CIRSSY YOU WHORE!" he shouted back into the living room as he took a towel and began to whip a bunch of it off. This was war and it was now time to play dirty. So he fling open the refrigerator door and began to skip the contents for something useful, it was the that he came upon a bottle of Hershey's syrup… Perfect.
"Oh Crissy come back in here to play…" Ollie called out to her as he opened the bottle moving in front of him as he closed the fridge. This was war, a hot, flirtatious, very sexual, and fun war but still war.
|
|
|
Post by Crissy Reed on Jun 10, 2008 0:11:06 GMT -5
A soft giggle escaped Crissy's lips as she saw him run toward the kitchen. She couldn't lie, she was like a ninja sometimes. She placed her hands on her hips while a very sexy smirk placed itself upon her lips. "If I'm the whore, wouldn't that make you the pimp?" She jumped off of the pool table lightly and slowly headed toward the kitchen. She bit her bottom lip as she turned the corner into the kitchen.
Her eyes widened at his words. This is definitely going to be good... Her blue eyes widened as they caught sight of the deep brown bottle in his hands. She studdered a bit with her words. "Ch-chocolate? I'm wearing white, Oliver. These pants were expensive!" She held the whipped cream can infront of her chest, using it as a sort of shield. She hit the nozzel and closed her eyes, turning her head out of the way. Needless to say, this was going to be very fun. Even if the pants were destroyed. They had a pool in the back that they could clean off in anyway. She took a few steps toward him, her eyes still closed and head tilted to the side.
|
|