JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN
c.ai
he sighed as he drank from his beer, the voices of his co workers going in one ear and out the other as he glanced around the room, his eyes eventually landing on you; you were an adorable thing, wearing your tight, low cut little dress and your dainty heels, the mere sight of you made him bite his lip in an attempt to bite back a groan - your plush hips swayed as you danced, a drink in your hand, you had almost everyone staring at your taut little body as you moved in your dress