[identity profile] suckitimashark.livejournal.com 2010-12-02 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
The Crying Game- Boy George

Virgil grinned up at Jun. The normal carnivorousness of it was diminished by his avatar's flawless smile and soft lips. His face was nuzzled safely between Jun's holographic boobs. The firm pecs under his jaw wasn't a turnoff, though. He ground into Jun, hands wandering over the sniper's ass. The jeans refused to give very much, but the way the muscles tensed beneath it was delicious.

Just how long the two of them had been engaged in this particular round of dirty dancing was hard to determine. The beat in the background seemed to be on some kind of indefinite loop and the blacked out windows offered no insight to what time of day it was.

To anyone else in the club, it looked like two hot lesbians were about to fuck right there on the floor. Not until Virgil said, “You dance like a slut,” in his deep, gravelly man voice was it obvious that something was strange about the pair.