[continued from here]Twisting wrist just a little bit, Tim brushes a thumb over her nipple, through the swimsuit. It's hard compared to the rest of her and his other hand holds tight to her ass, squeezing again, his hands greedy for her ( Read more... )

Giving a soft growl, Tim nods and gently pushes her back so he can stand. His muscles groan at the movement, but he ignores them, one hand settling on Trya's shoulder and squeezing gently as he nods at the Compound ( Read more... )

It's been over a week since Tim last stepped foot in his and Tyra's hut, but he's not surprised to find it just as messy as when he left. Not that he even really notices it entirely or particularly cares. It's really kind of comforting in a way; his and Billy's places was never clean either ( Read more... )