Edward Butler

carries above the noise of the revelers, "Rum and coke, please," - a rather hard drink for a seemingly soft girl. He walks up to the bar next to her, smiling, "Make that two." The bartender complies as her gaze connects with his own; for a split second, he thinks he's going to be turned down, but instead her deep brown eyes light up with a smirk that makes his cock twitch in his pants. "I assume you owe me a drink," she jokes slyly. He smiles back, drinking the liquid the bartender has placed before him. "Guess I can't resist a beautiful woman with good taste." She laughs, and drinks her drink. "Good. I can't resist a man with a generous wallet." Her laugh sends tingles down his spine; it's mischievous and inviting, but so seemingly innocent