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you get: 2 - Teacher and Student, and 11 - Shower/Bath Sex
Gabe sighed as he stripped down his clothes leaving nothing on him, not even a shred of string on his bare body as he eased himself into the bathroom after a long hard day of work. He knew that one of his students were here in his loft as well, considering that it was pretty much customary and a habitual action of hers to come over every time school ends, with the young girl staying at his loft for the evening to hang out, be intimate and be a proper girlfriend to the older man. Yes, Gabe was in a relationship with his own high school student, which initially sounded weird, but he eventually gotten to like being in a relationship with a young girl like Quinn.
Listening to the door of the bathroom open, he looked up and chuckled at the sight of the young brunette entering the room, naked as well with her perky little breasts and firm butt, as she dipped her feet into the waters to join him. He laughed and pulled her towards him to get her up close, and personal with him as his hands immediately went to grab her bum. “Good evening, Miss Lestrange.” He said with a sultry voice. “Missed me?”
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lestrcnge replied to your post:um someone needs rp ryan gos and eva mendes’s...
so basically high class place beyond the pines pfftt
stfu omf. pines is bestest and ugh ryan and ugh baby daddy and ugh tattoos and ugh caravan sex god dammit
+ lestrcnge
( hogsmeade is certainly a relief to come across, particularly in what most would see as the dead of night. a time that, in the city he'd kust left, the lights would remain nothing if not blinding, even these days. too large was the contrast between now, and the 18th century he so brutally missed. )
( that doesn't mean, as he sits down in his spot within the the hog's head, that he'll know whether he can order anything at all. instead, he'll simply nestle himself to the corner of the room, filled with those who seem to know exactly what he is, many oddly not caring. )