<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">Name:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)"> Simon Anderson<br/>
<b>Location:</b> Walking the Beach<br/>
<b>Tagged: </b>Open, Amber<br/>
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Simon blushed at her calling him 'little'. He didn't think of himself that way, but maybe he was...never having kissed a girl, he really didn't know how he compared to other guys. He quickly his head. "No, its not that....my family have been coming here for years and have never seen you here, or heard you mention having a place down here." He says, only to have his blush deepen as she told him it was okay to stare.<br/>
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His eyes were very much drawn by the movement of her hand, staring at those perfect tits he had spent many a class dreaming about. And then that flat stomach and her hips, just enough curve to be womanly without having hippo hips. He had often imagined grabbing hold of them as he took her from behind. "I did...I mean, you were always my favorite teacher." He admits, catching himself staring at her again. He brought his eyes up to her face then looked over his shoulder.<br/>
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The house could be seen over the sand dunes and shrubbery that protected it from the ocean. You couldn't see the wall around the property, but you could see the second floor of the house and the large floor-to-ceiling windows of the master bedroom that looked out directly over the beach and ocean. "Yeah. Its my parents place. Letting me and my friends..." The word pained him to say. "...for the week."</span><br/><br/><br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">Name:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)"> Peter Anderson<br/>
<b>Location:</b> Beach House<br/>
<b>Tagged:</b> Open/Lea<br/>
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Peter hand his hands full - literally - with Lea. The busty MILF wanted cock, and wanted it bad. She was incredibly tight around him, just like most of the teens he had fucked. He grunted as she reached down and started to fondle his balls. But boy did she know how to handle herself. The ball play felt good.<br/>
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He slid his hands from her breasts. One hand went to her blonde hair, balling its shot length into one fist, before tugging back on her hair. He forced her to look up at the corner between wall and ceiling. His other hand returned to her hip, grabbing on for her leverage as he started to thrust into her. He started out slowly, flexing his cock, letting her feel every inch. Then he started to thrust harder and harder, ramming half his length into her.<br/>
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He didn't hold back, his pelvis slamming into her ass with each thrust. "Yeah? You like that? You like getting fucked?" He hisses down at her, spanking her ass again with his hand on her hip. "Your cunt is tight...mhm...." </span>