<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(242, 174, 223)">Pairing:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(242, 174, 223)"> Elise<br/>
<b>Location:</b> Tent 1<br/>
<b>Tagged: </b>Richard<br/>
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Wrong? Most definitely. He’d barely touched Elise and she was near dripping with the sheer naughtiness of the whole thing. What would she tell Candice in the morning? That she had gone a bit far and gotten in over her head and *fucked her father*? Gods no, this would have to stay a secret. Mr. Nailor wouldn’t talk about it, she was pretty certain of that.<br/>
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But the morning seemed far off, and Elise was much too far down the ‘slutty schoolgirl’ path to let worries over poor Candice consume her. She pauses in her efforts long enough to swing around as he asks, knees above his shoulders, one on either side of Richard’s head. Her flower glistening with dew as the heat of sin drives away the cool of the night.<br/>
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Another kiss, and then her 18-year old lips part, slurping his end into her warm, wet mouth. A moment of suction, and then her tongue rolls across the invader in her mouth, lashing it repeatedly. The suction returns and her head bobs, with youthful vigor.</span>