<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> </span><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(41, 105, 176)"><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</span></b><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(41, 105, 176)">The room was almost spinning from all the exertion Baxter had been through in the last... however long had it been. When Sally revealed that the two girls had never started the timer on his sentence of indentured servitude he wanted to laugh at their cruel little prank, but simply didn't have the breath to do it. His cock was still inside Heather though it was returning quickly to it's unrigid state. He mustered the energy to take her by the hips and lift her up and over his pelvis, nestling her in the negative space between his body and arm, gently stroking her hip, while his cock flopped wetly onto his thigh. <br/>
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He looked up at Sally, raising his head slightly. "The deal was also that I followed orders for a set period of time, which was not the case." he retorted, and then grinned, letting his head fall back onto the table again. "Regardless of the dynamic, I'm going to need a few minutes after all that." he continued, as he slowly got his breath back. "and I have no idea if Heather is in a state to do anything for a while."<br/>
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With a grunt he rose, a bit unsteadily and bent over, scooping Heather up like a princess and settling her in something like a sitting position on the couch. Taking Sally by the hand he pulled her to the otherside, and sat between them, similar to how they had been when they first came to the basement, but with less clothing. As he waiting for his stamina to come back, Baxter gently ran his two forefingers over each girls clit, not wanting his necessary break to kill the mood entirely.</span>