<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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"Oohhh" Baxter's first hard thrust upwards startled her a bit but it was delightful surprise as she shared a look with Sally as she steadied herself and giggled like a school girl.  She had put the pain mostly behind her, focusing more on the pleasure of the moment.  "Look how is muscles ripple when he does that."  Heather said with sheer delight in her voice, her small hands exploring the texture of Baxter's rippled abs.<br/>
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"I'm Ok, it hurt a bit, still does a little, but oh it feels good too."  She told her supposedly more experienced friend, touched at her concern.  'The first time' as Sally had said and Heather's look had a hint of pride in it.  Her hand returned to her own abs, "I can feel how deep he is, even here."  She marveled, she held herself still, letting Baxter thrust up into her, making her tits bounce.  "Can you see it?"  She asked as she looked down, fascinated with this new sensation.  It hurt a bit more than she let on, but she was pretty sure it would pass and didn't want to spoil the occasion with being a wimp about it.  <br/>
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She let Baxter expend his energy on her for a bit as she shared the moment with Sally.  "I think it is time to claim my prize."  She said loud enough to ensure Baxter could hear her even over the wet sloppy sounds of Sally riding his face and him tonguing her in return.  Heather squeezed her tits hard, as if trying to create a bit of pain in one place to distract her from the pain elsewhere.  She then started to fuck him with a hard steady rhythm.  The heat of the room and the intensity of her exertions began to cause her beads of sweat to combine and trickle down her naked body.  Her core muscles worked Baxter's thick cock, stroking him with her velvety soft inner core.  She again arched her back, releasing one tit she squeezed his balls again as if determined to milk him of his cum if it was the last thing she ever did.  </span>