<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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Elise let her eyes close. Head leaning on the mattress, she contemplates her taboo activities. Sure they didn’t have ‘sex’ sex, but still, it was extremely naughty. And thanks to her inability to keep control of her voice, the whole campsite knew about it. They’d all be staring tomorrow, and who knows what Daddy would say?!<br/>
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But Richard seems to be trying to put her at ease, running his hands over her sides, rubbing her belly to comfort her. That was nice of hi … wait, is he …<br/>
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Lips opening in a gasp, “Mr. Nailor!”</span><a class="link link--external" href="https://external-content.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fcdn.eroticbeauties.net%2Fcontent%2Fx-art-20130307123116-angelica-spilled-milk%2Ffull%2F11.jpg&amp;f=1&amp;nofb=1" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">his hands were exploring her chest</a><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(242, 174, 223)">– grasping, squeezing, fondling. OMG, was he going to go again? Twice in one night is something she’d not done with anyone before!<br/>
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But Richard sure didn’t seem like he was stopping on his own! Kissing her shoulder, rubbing against her and … whoa. A tremble runs through Elise’ body. How big a slut would she have to be, to let this happen? I mean, this will be real ‘sex’ sex, with a guy old enough to be her father! So why did she feel so tingly?<br/>
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Sucking in a breath as he brushes over her nether flower with his tip, Elise braces, whispering, “Oh Mr Nailor, you know we shouldn’t …” But no sooner are the words out of her mouth when she flexes her hips, driving herself down, impaling herself. Elise gasps and moans at the sensation as Richard’s stiffness fills her tight little body.</span>