<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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Elise’s lips part as Richard pushes his way deep inside, ‘punishing’ her for being such a ‘bad girl’. Clutching and squeezing, her body divinely impaled upon him, Elise gasps out a response to Richard, “Oh yes, oh god yes. Fuck me, Mr Nailor, fuck your naughtly little slut!”<br/>
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Wow, it’s so tight, and so taboo! Her breath is already quickening, and they’ve really just started on the second round. As Richard’s speed increases, so do the frequency of the moans of pleasure wrung out of Elise’s naughty girl throat. “Yes, yes, fuck me, Mr Nailor! God yes!” Her right hand moves back, bracing against his hip, while her left scrabbles for purchase against the air mattress.<br/>
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Her mind feels like it is positively melting as Richard keeps working on her senses, fucking her stupid. Her body presses back against his as every thrust produces a reaction now, moans and grunts forced into the air to float in a breathy soprano across the campsite once more. “Ngh ahhh nggghn! Ffuuuck! Ohhhh Rrnngh!”<br/>
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Unable to stop the cries of pleasure spilling forth, her cheeks burning with both need and shame, Elise wonders what Daddy will think of her. She’s gonna be grounded for a year! But it’s so … so worth it!</span>