<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">Name:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)"> <a class="link link--external" href="https://www.thesun.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/NINTCHDBPICT000539528801.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Lea Stormvauld</a><br/>
<b>Location:</b> Beach House -&gt; Upstairs, Peter's Room<br/>
<b>Tagged: </b><a class="username" data-user-id="40726" data-username="@ToWriterAndWander" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/40726/">@ToWriterAndWander</a> as Peter <br/>
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It was the best fuck of Lea's life, heightened by Peter's crude talk and hair pulling which turned her on even as it prompted her to treat him in kind.  Her desperation forgotten, now turned to euphoria, as her body bounced on the bed to each hard thrust of the young man's powerful body.  "Fuck you, if you knew how to use that beautiful big cock of yours I'd have already cum."  But her fingers went to her clit anyway which was slippery wet.  She circled it with her finger the squeezed it between thumb and finger as she felt the intensity build exponentially.  "Fuck. My. Pussy."  She practically screamed each word timed with a powerful thrust into her.  She was nearing her climax and wouldn't last much longer under this kind of assault on her neglected pussy.</span><br/><br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">Name:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)"> <a class="link link--external" href="https://cdn-i30.definebabe.com/_idb/g/69/72/11/b69f3eb52d/01.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Amber Henderson</a><br/>
<b>Location: </b>Walking the Beach<br/>
<b>Tagged: </b><a class="username" data-user-id="40726" data-username="@ToWriterAndWander" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/40726/">@ToWriterAndWander</a> as Simon <br/>
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She gave him a knowing smile as she looked at the house herself, then at him.  Her free hand that had just been on his chest rose to the side of his neck, it was warm and soft as she caressed his ear like a puppy.  She moved in closer to him, her breasts less than an inch from his skinny chest.  She whispered into his other ear, her breath warm on his neck and ear.  "Do you really think I was a teacher all those years and don't know a bullshit answer when I hear one?  Hmmm?"  She ran her hand up into his hair and despite its shortness gripped it enough to hold his head up level with hers.  "Now isn't it more likely that you just are feeling left out because you are too damn shy to get what you want?"  <br/>
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She let her words settle with him a moment, she let her shoes drop into the sand for the moment.  Her now free hand, the one with her wedding ring, pulled his hand out of his shorts and still staring into his eyes she guided it to her bikini clad breast.  "Maybe you still have a lesson or two to learn from me?"  She asked as she actively rubbed his hand into her tit flesh until he began to take a small hint of initiative.  "But you'll never know if you don't have the courage to walk back to that house and tell me what you really want."  She soft slapped his face with her right hand a few times then waited expectantly for his decision.  She had already made up her mind that she was walking up to the house with or without him. </span><br/><br/><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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Heather's uncertainty melted away as Sally encouraged her with her words.  She had a little trouble keeping her face in the right spot, especially as Sally's hips began to buck and squirm.  She thought it was a good sign of the pleasure she was getting and if it was anything like she had felt from Sally, it was quite intense.  She worried about her teeth so close to such tender flesh but even when she felt a bit of impact it didn't seem to diminish Sally's pleasure at all.  She went at the other girl with renewed vigor as Sally took hold of her braid and used it to control and guide her.  It was super hot to be treated like this and Heather was only too eager to please.  As Sally began to climax and her juices gushed, Heather's natural reaction was to pull back.  But Sally's legs hand her drawn close and Heather was treated to a mouthful, the rest dribbling down her chin and even onto her bouncing tits as she rode Sally's climax as best she could. <br/>
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Heather savored Sally's juices, eagerly lapping up more from between them.  She thought Sally might want a break, she knew how sensitive her own pussy still was, she could feel it throbbing even still, but Sally told her to keep going, even her whisper a command that seemed to need to be obeyed.  She sucked on Sally's clit, even nibbling slightly as if to tease her but careful not to get too hard.  She then burrowed her tongue into her opening, wiggling it as best she could inside of her.  She no longer needed much lube on her fingers as she began to work her middle finger into Sally's ass.  She looked up and saw Sally watching her, she gave her a wink then went back to her efforts.  Baxter was all but forgotten, at least until she listened for the sound of him stroking himself as he watched.  </span>