<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">Name:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"> <a class="link link--external" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/77/68/c8/7768c85cfe08ed88c5029771a1eaf25a.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Heather Thomas</a><br/>
<b>Location:</b> Beach House -&gt; Downstairs Media Room<br/>
<b>Tagged:</b> <a class="username" data-user-id="34307" data-username="@Colonel_Liam" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/34307/">@Colonel_Liam</a> &amp; <a class="username" data-user-id="41027" data-username="@MsBloom" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/41027/">@MsBloom</a> as Sally <br/>
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Finding her rhythm, Heather began to ignore all else but to try and focus on the pleasure of feeling Baxter's thick cock fuck deep into her core.  She was practically incoherent with pleasure and exertion as she began to drive the rhythm, having the advantage of position over the much stronger male.  She was never one to not use whatever leverage she had, a trick she learned growing up with all brothers.  After the pain of his first entry, Heather had doubted she would be able to climax but the more she focused the closer she felt she might get to it.  But then Sally reached out, claiming her braid once more and fondling her breast at the same time.  She slowed her pace, looking at Sally with an almost reverent gaze as she felt Baxter take the lead once again.  <br/>
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Then Sally stood, Heather glanced down to see Baxter's face, a hot wet mess with a look of frustrated pleasure.  She bit her lower lip as she looked at how the muscles of his arm strained against the gauze holding him to the table.  But she needed to direct her attention to Sally's pussy.  Heather had lost track of how many times her new friend had climaxed but she was eager to add to the score.  She pressed her face into Sally's pussy, easily seeing how Baxter's face got so wet.  She stuck her tongue out as far as it would go, realizing this was as much for Baxter's benefit as Sally's  It must have worked because she felt Baxter renew his effort and it might have been her imagination but he seemed to swell inside of her.  She barely had a couple of good licks in on Sally's nether lips when she felt the first gush of Baxter's climax.  Looking up at Sally, the other girl would see Heather's eyes go wide with the feel of that hot seed pumping into her.  It was so much better than she had ever imagined.  She wasn't on the pill, she had been taught the rhythm method, of course she was also taught abstinence.  <br/>
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Then everything went kind of crazy all at once.  Apparently, Baxter broke the table just as Heather was on a rise and they all fell a foot or so onto the floor.  Heather, who's hands were alread on Sally's waist, gripped her tighter to help keep her steady.  Her own hips slammed down hard onto Baxter's cock, impaling her deeper than either of their combined thrusts.  Heather saw stars for several moments, the tip of Baxter's cock seeming to bottom out inside of her, thumping her cervix in an intense burst of pleasure and pain.  Her pussy convulsed, gripping Baxter's still spurting cock even tighter than ever.  She barely knew what happened but Baxter's still gauzed arms, with table leg still splinted to his arms grabbed her hips and began to fuck her with all his pent up frustration.  Heather was convulsing around his cock as Sally held her braid like a leash.  She had clearly lost all control in the situation, but she certainly wasn't complaining.  She was in no condition to answer Baxter's or anyone else's question as she collapse against Sally, her face still buried between her thighs..  </span>