<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(41, 105, 176)">Name: </span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(41, 105, 176)"><a class="link link--external" href="https://www.sex.com/pin/59548880-muscle-sexy-male/" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><b>Baxter McDonald</b></a><br/>
<b>Location:  Basement Media Room<br/>
Tagged:</b> <b><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, <a class="username" data-user-id="20459" data-username="@LeaT" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/20459/">@LeaT</a> as Heather</b><br/>
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Baxter had not expected to have his ankles bound , but being a good sport about his loss and he sat up to help Heather position his legs in such a way that it wouldn't be more painful than necessary. Catching her eyes he remarked. "I have leg hair, that's going to sting to take off. I hope you're ready to take responsibilty later. Both of you." He laughed at his own joke, but was only partially joking.<br/>
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Following her directions like the good slave he was for the next few minutes, he leaned back on the table again and was surprised again to suddenly feel the delicate weight of Heather's slender body gyrating and grinding it's way along his. The teasing heat and moisture he felt emantating from her, but not quite touching aroused him, and his cock responded accordingly now standing fully at mast, but out of sight as Heather sat on his stomach. Tilting his head up he was greeted at first with a view of her cute little bush. That was another thing he had liked about both girls. Clean shaven had it's appeals but in truth he liked a girl with a nicely trimmed bush.<br/>
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His attention was drawn upward when Heather presented her small, but still appealing breast for "one last squeeze". He grinned up at her while Sally moved to the head of the table. "I haven't even had a squeeze yet... mistress." he said with a grin as he reached up and took Heather's breast in each paw of a hand, smearing a layer of cool aloe gel on each as he dug his fingers in and tweaked her nipples until Sally took each of his hands in turn and bond them to the other end of the coffee table, though he managed one last pinch on Heather's left nipple before he was trussed hand a foot.</span>