<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> <b><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</b><br/>
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Baxter was loving the show Sally was orchestrating. The dark haired girl was playing Heather like a highly tuned fiddle. The girl with the braids was certainly high strung, and it seemed that every move of Sally's was having it's intended effect and then some. When Sally followed Baxter's suggestion and pushed a pair of fingers into Heather's tight little rosebud he was almost fraid the girls back would break as she arched it while shivering and quacking with her orgasm. <br/>
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The whole sight was highly stimulating to Baxter as he continued to stroke his cock. Heather's orgasm had had quite an effect on him, and he had to remind himself there were things at stake to stop himself from increasing his pace for fear that the girls would win too easily. <br/>
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When Sally, helped Heather to the floor and demanded the tiny girl return the favor as she lay, practically spread eagled on the floor, he was forced to stand and move around the coffee table in front of him to get a good view. It would be a shame to lose, but an even greater shame to miss the show. The movement helped to tamp down his own growing orgasm. "Seem like Sally won that first round." he said, teasing Heather even before she recovered from what seemed to have been a earth shattering orgasm. </span>