<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(242, 174, 223)">Pairing:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(242, 174, 223)"> Elise<br/>
<b>Location:</b> Tent 1<br/>
<b>Tagged: </b>Richard<br/>
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Richard tells her how naughty she is. He wouldn’t actually tell her father anything, would he? A little frisson of fear grips her heart for a moment. But it’s just a tease. Playing part of the game. It has to be a tease. He’s not serious. Elise gives a nervous little laugh.<br/>
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“Oh no, Mr Nailor, please don’t tell my Daddy.” Of course he wouldn’t tell. She hoped.<br/>
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Richard’s fingers find gathering dampness between her legs, her barely-legal body responding to his attention. Elise’s hand is moved, finding one of the larger tentpoles where it … wait a minute, this particular pole was warm and fleshy. But it couldn’t be, could it?<br/>
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Elise’s jaw drops in surprise, “It’s … it’s so big!” Her fingers flex, working the half-erect shaft as her lips move to his bared chest, a trail of light kisses running from his shoulder down to his nipple, which she runs her tongue around in a circle.<br/>
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After a moment of this, she raises herself up – at 5’8”, shortness of stature hasn’t been an issue for her lean, lithe build. The trail of kisses makes its way across to his other nipple, while her free hand rubs across the pec her lips are leaving. As her attentions shift to Richard’s other side, Elise moves further and further into his space, until finally it is just easiest to straddle one of his thighs between her knees, her right hand still pulsing and kneading at his manhood.<br/>
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“L-like this, Mr, Nailor?”</span>