<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">Pairing:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)"> Amber<br/>
<b>Location:</b> Campsite - Tent 2<br/>
<b>Tagged: </b>Simon<br/>
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Amber had expected a certain amount of hesitancy from the older man, but it was her turn to be surprised tonight.  He literally pushed her back, making her wonder for a moment if he was going to fuck her right then.  Not that she would have complained, she hoped they would get there eventually and there was no time like the present.  He wasted no time removing her boy shorts and tossing them aside.  Her pussy tingling in anticipation of his tongue.  <br/>
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She was quite limber and in spreading her legs, Mr. Andrews ran out of tent before she ran out of flexibility.  She was more than wide enough though for him to do what he set out to do.  As his lips covered hers she moaned.  Not nearly loud enough to be heard over Elise but enough to help cover the sound of his daughter's passion as he began to tongue her.  She welcomed his hands on her tits, covering them with hers as he squeezed them.  <br/>
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The feel of his tongue lapping at her soft wet <a class="link link--external" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/proxy/Ac8m3JfgghWWMPSrhuqkprLk_LeZ3FgOHJpA1L67ApfBBjqJXfdxkn4vNPdHmc-wiUwJFD4LAnH7lYda6t4" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">nether</a> lips and his fingers on her dark nipples had certainly shifted the momentum towards Elise's dad.  Her back arched with pleasure as her long legs came around his shoulders as if she were going to draw him up into her.  "That's it Mr. Andrews, get a good taste."  She said, encouraging him to use that strong tongue of his.  She felt him stretch her opening, it felt so good, like a promise of things to come.  But when he started on her clit she whimpered.  He had found her kryptonite and she was nearly helpless with pleasure as he pleasured her.</span>