<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's well toned body wasn't the type to just lay there and be fucked, she was a willing and eager participant, bucking back into him with each thrust.  Her pink lips were stretched tight by Peter's thick shaft, she felt he might split her in two but she couldn't get enough of him.  She diddled her clit once his balls moving too quickly to play with them.  He pulled her hair back painfully but she didn't care, he could do what he wanted with her as long as he kept fucking her with that big beautiful cock of his.  She felt him go balls deep into her and she moaned into the bed cover in ecstasy.  <br/>
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The sound of his hips slapping against her ass began to fill the room.  "You like my tight cunt?"  She challenged him back, a defiant little bitch even as she was being fucked.  "Is that all you got?"  She knew his game but wanted to play one of her own.  </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>Walking the Beach<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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She could tell she got a small rise out of him by calling him little but he was too insecure to challenge her on it, she liked that in a boy.  Already having him on the defensive even as his eyes wandered over her scantily clad body.  She could remember how he would carefully try to sneak peaks down her blouse, as if she didn't notice him.  She barely listened to his rambling explanation, it wasn't his thoughts she was interested in.  <br/>
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"Always nice to have an admirer."  She said casually as if she were growing bored with their little reunion, though that was far from the truth.  "Really, looks like a nice place."  She said, her interest noticeably piqued by the prime real estate.  "So why are you out here on your own?"  She questioned him, as if she didn't understand his social awkwardness which didn't seem to have lessened over the years.  "So aren't you going to invite me to see the house?"  She reached out and put a hand on Simon's shoulder then let it slip down his shirt brushing over his chest and flicked a nipple through his shirt.  </span><br/><br/><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 had never been quite literally swept off her feet the way Sally did, finishing with a classic romance kiss with Heather's still quivering body in her arms.  Heather had never tasted herself, but she savored the flavor of Sally's lips, knowing the source of the spicey flavor.  Normally Heather would have wanted, even needed some time to recover.  She was in a competition with the clock ticking, but it wasn't her competitive spirit that caused her to push herself through the end of her climax, it was Sally's words 'Now you do me.'  It was a directive from a girl she just met, but her hold over Heather was more than emotional, it was almost physical.  <br/>
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Sally pulled her to the table, Heather's pert tits bouncing as she trotted after Sally's longer stride.  Her legs still shaky like a newborn fawn but she was eager to make Sally happy.  She watched Sally spread herself wide on the table, her pink lips wet and glistening.  She went back quick and got the lotion and set it just outside Sally's spread thighs.  Heather practically dove head first into Sally's spread legs.  The girl would feel her warm breath just before her hot tongue lapped at her slip.  Her clit needed no teasing to blossom from her hood and Heather's lips squeezed the nub gently as her hot tongue flicked across it.  Her head bobbed as her mouth and tongue worked along Sally's sex.  <br/>
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She rose up briefly, her face wet with Sally's juices.  "How am I doing?"  She asked a little uncertain.  She spread and lifted Sally's thighs then slipped her finger inside of her. Heather's fingers weren't as long as Sally's but she did her best to curl her finger inside and give the unique sensations Sally had given to her.   Her own tight little ass wiggling like an excited puppy as she feasted on Sally's soaking wet snatch.  </span>