Investigating a call (challange closed answered by Tanosh)

She stopped talking as she watched you step forward and then allowed you to bring her head close to yours. Faith knew she lost and decided to not be a sore loser and just accept her punishment. She kissed back pressing her lips against yours hard while pressing her body against yours.

Curious as to how far he could take her, his broad chest began to press against hers, guiding her backwards and into the wall of his dormitory room. She could feel his excitement press between her belly button and loin. Besides their pressed proximity, he would focus solely on her mouth, slipping his tongue out to brush against her lips, almost as though demanding entrance to them.

She followed with your steps and then raised her body up as she was now pressed against the wall. Faith kissed back and then felt your tongue against her lips. She opened them and let your tongue slip in and wrapped one leg around you.

She wasn't a bad kisser, and she accepted her defeat honorably. A smile pulled at the corner of his lips as he broke the kiss to look down upon his newest catch. Hazel eyes considered her lovely body before letting himself thieve another kiss. Hands would begin to press his luck and slip under her shirt and begin to move up.

She opened her eyes again when you pulled back and broke the kiss. Without saying a word she looked right back at you and then felt your lips again. She then felt your hands go under her shirt and lightly touch her skin. After a second or two she lifted her arms up in the air

His hands had found her chest, and waited there for a moment. Holding her while he continued the last of the kiss. Finally, her shirt was lifted off entirely as he broke the kiss again, now moving to kiss her neck and shoulders. "Faith, are you gonna be a good girl for me?" he asked as he unlatched her bra in one motion with one hand.

As her shirt was lifted off she lowered her arms again as her bra was unfastened. She looked back at you as she let it slide forward down her arms a little.
"Well you see that question can be sees as two different things because would a good girl go this far after losing a match?" she would ask you and waited what your reaction would be.

There were thousands of ways it could have been interpreted, interesting she honed in on those specific two. "I mean a good girl who doesn't apply her teeth," he corrected as he kissed her sporadically. His lips bounced on and off of hers as his hands touched her shoulders.

She hears your reply and kisses you again as she then thinks for a second.
"Well using my teeth is tempting but then again wouldn't be very good sportsmenship now would it" she answers and kisses once again brushing her lips against yours.

His lips returned the kiss, but the hands on her shoulders began to push her down to her knees. If she went easily, he'd begin to take off most of his remaining clothes, except for his boxers, which would be level with her eyes if she obliged his guidance. They were positioned to be easily seen from he door and the hole in the wall, but he didn't care. His body had been seen by almost anyone who wanted to see it, and there were plenty of cameras around to keep him from being cripplingly shy about his physique. "Show me what you can do, then."