<b>Name:</b><a class="link link--external" href="https://pasteboard.co/JJ2q6d4.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Sally, NSFW</a>.<br/><b>Location:</b>Beach House -> Downstairs Media Room<br/><b>Tagged:</b><a class="username" data-user-id="34307" data-username="@Colonel_Liam" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/34307/">@Colonel_Liam</a><a class="username" data-user-id="20459" data-username="@LeaT" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/20459/">@LeaT</a>(Heather)<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(242, 174, 223)">Sally was barely aware of the exchange of kisses. She was that entranced with the sensation of Baxter's cock moving inside her. With her eyes closed it was in every significant way the only thing she was truly aware of. She came and came again. Sweat was pouring down her naked body and saturating her black hair as it bounced in time with her breasts.<br/>
"What I want from you?" she asked almost a full minute after the question had been asked.<br/>
"I want everything you've got left in your sack," she said and groaned deeply.<br/>
"In me, on me, on Heather, face, tits, cunt," she continued surprised at having so naturally used the C word instead of the P word.<br/>
It was more something Molly might say and while it made Sally feel both dirty and slutty, in the good ways, it mostly seemed to empower her and fuel her arousal even more.<br/>
"Cunt," she said again as if to taste the word a bit more deliberately.<br/>
"You like how my cunt feel around your cock ... slave?" she then asked and the very same second the word slave left her mouth she came again.</span>