<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> Beach House -&gt; Master Bedroom<br/>
<b>Tagged: </b>Open, Justin. Molly<br/>
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Simon was done as Molly completely ignored him. He saw how it was, how it always was with girls - there was always some one better, some one they were more interested in. So Simon was done. Done with girls and especially his fake friends. He glared daggers at Justin as he went down on the girl, licking her body. So much for being a bud. Simon slid from the bar stool and made his way outside.<br/>
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He felt sick. They weren't his real friends. All talk but all bullshit. 'Get Simon laid'. That had been the theme for this break, and inviting the girls. But it was all bullshit. Baxter had taken two girls and Justin was making move son the third. So who did that leave Simon with? His fucking left hand. He wasn't interested in being sloppy seconds or being watched by some other dude. No, he wanted his first time to be special. Clearly he was hanging out with the wrong group of friends to make that happen. 'Get Simon Laid' was more like 'Get everyone but Simon laid.'. Hell, half the girls were complete strangers but seemed pretty eager to drop their panties...for everyone but Simon.<br/>
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He walked out past the pool and the bench his fist had met. He let himself out the gate and wandered down the path to the beach. He was done. Completely over it. They could do fuck all. He wasn't coming back. It was a long walk to town from there, but he'd go find himself a motel or hotel to stay at. And maybe a prostitute, if even things existed. It was the only way he was going to lose his virginity.</span><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 eagerly lapped at her pussy as she moaned. He slid a hand down and slid a finger inside of her as he continued to suck and lick her pussy lips. She was tight, even to his fingers...clearly a woman who hadn't gotten nearly the cock she deserved. Peter slapped her ass with his other hand, squeezed it, then moved his hand to push his shorts down, freeing that monstrous cock she had been feeling up earlier.<br/>
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He trailed his tongue upwards, over her rosebud. He had been serious about fucking her there. His tongue probed her rear passage, pushing back and forth before he stood up fully. He pulled his short off in the same motion, so he too was fully naked behind her. His toned physique on full display. He grabbed her ass, spreading her cheeks, before sliding his cock along her crack. Then he pressed her ass around his cock as he sawed it back and forth a few times.<br/>
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Another slap to her ass and he let his cock drop between her legs as he stepped closer. With one hand on her hip, he used the other to rub the bulbous head of his cock against her wet slit. Then he pressed its tip against her opening. "Is this what you want?</span>