Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170704201937/@comment-28358106-20170718034024

(Hound) "Nnnnnoooo, you're secksy."

"No no nonon-HIKK-...YOU'RE secksy. Hehehehe!  Hmmmmm..."

Thomas and Regina occupy an ornate loveseat, taking turns booping each other's noses and smooching. Regina sits in Thomas' lap, her arms around his neck, leaning in and kissing him in her drunken state.

Sahar watches them with a glance. Her eyes are...envious?

She looks back to Marcus and flashes her brilliant smile, her DE sending all kinds of mixed signals.

"You dance remarkably well, for a man who is so self-conscious. It's a pleasure to meet someone who knows how to carry themselves..."

She pulls away from Marcus and wraps her arms around Samia from behind. Their hips grind in unison, their bodies moving together to the pulse.

Your husband does not easily surrender to happiness...how shall we show him?