<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">Name:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"> <a class="link link--external" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/77/68/c8/7768c85cfe08ed88c5029771a1eaf25a.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Heather Thomas</a><br/>
<b>Location:</b> Beach House -&gt; 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> &amp; <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<br/>
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Heather gulped the water down, a few drips trickling down her chin and onto her perky breasts which still glistened with a sheen of hastily dried sweat and cum.  Her devious little mind was working overtime while she searched for something to bind him without being to dangerous.  She found a first aid kit and opened it, finding a handful of rolls of gauze dressings.  "Perfect!"  She exclaimed as went trotting back to the media room.  <br/>
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She came in just in time to catch him ready to stroke himself to hardness.  She slapped his hands away.  "Hey none of that, your cock belongs to us now."  She scolded him, then showed Sally the gauze and told her of her plan.  "Just lay back now."  She told him as she began to wrap his ankle and table leg together.  The gauze wouldn't bite or dig into him but was secure enough to keep him from escaping easily.  Though looking at his muscles, she doubted it would hold him if  he were intent on escaping.  She then went and did the other ankle.<br/>
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She then straddled him at thigh level, her fingers danced around his thighs and hips, all around except his cock.  She shimmied up his body, her virgin pussy edging ever closer to his not quite recovered member.  She leaned forward, bracing her hands on either side of him then gyrated her hips over his cock without quite touching him.  She then sat heavily on his stomach, hard enough to make her tits bounce slightly.  Her still wet pussy wet and warm.  She grabbed his wrists.  "Do you want one last squeeze before I tie your hands?"  She said, thrusting her tits forward for him.  </span><br/><br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">Name:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)"> <a class="link link--external" href="https://cdn-i30.definebabe.com/_idb/g/69/72/11/b69f3eb52d/01.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Amber Henderson</a><br/>
<b>Location: </b>Pool Area<br/>
<b>Tagged: </b><a class="username" data-user-id="40726" data-username="@ToWriterAndWander" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/40726/">@ToWriterAndWander</a> as Simon<br/>
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Confident she had him back under her control she let him lead her upstairs, clearly he wanted what was most certainly going to be his first sexual experience to be as private as possible.  In a way it was almost amazing that she was allowed in.  <br/>
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"Eventually."  She told him, again taking control of the situation.  "I want to see you strip first."   She said, her eyes roaming down his body expectantly.  She tapped her foot to show she had little patience for disobedience.  "Are you still a virgin Simon?"  She asked him, her tone suggesting she already knew the answer but wanted to hear him say it.  She loved popping cherries and Simon was as cherry as they came.  <br/>
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"Don't try my patience boy, if I don't fuck you today, how long will it be before you get that big cock wet?  If ever."  She was through with his shy nerdy little games, he would do as he was told or he would regret it.  </span><br/><br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">Name:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)"> <a class="link link--external" href="https://www.thesun.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/NINTCHDBPICT000539528801.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Lea Stormvauld</a><br/>
<b>Location:</b> Beach House -&gt; Upstairs, Peter's Room<br/>
<b>Tagged: </b><a class="username" data-user-id="40726" data-username="@ToWriterAndWander" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/40726/">@ToWriterAndWander</a> as Peter<br/>
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Lea liked the way Peter looked at her, the way he appreciated her body, it had been awhile since she had felt such desire, a long while.  Her husband really didn't have a big enough dick for a good tit fucking.  It wasn't exactly her favorite way of being fucked, but she was happy to accommodate the man who had taken the edge off for her.  She moaned with pleasure as he teased her nipples but when he began to finger her she really got into into it, grinding her hips against his hand and bouncing her tits along his shaft so he could feel her ocean of tit flesh crashing like waves along his cock.  </span>