<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">Pairing:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)"> Amber<br/>
<b>Location:</b> Campsite - Tent 2<br/>
<b>Tagged: </b>Simon<br/>
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The temperature in the tent was the least of Amber's concerns, she was sure it would be plenty warm once they got started.  She bit her lower lip as he laid back down and told her not to peak.  She had no intention of peaking, she was going for straight out ogling her friend's dad.  As he raised his hips off the air mattress, she used both hands to grip the waist of his boxers, her face just inches from his groin.  As she pulled them down she saw a flaccid yet size able cock.  "Oh my."  She said admiringly, making it obvious she had peeked.  She was a little disappointed she hadn't had more of an affect upon him but she wasn't about to let that discourage her, clearly he wasn't quite yet with the program for the evening.  But from what she could tell, he would be very well equipped once she got him onboard.  <br/>
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Since he was already on his back she thought she might as well start there.  She straddled him at the waist so if she did get a rise out of him, she should be the second to know.  Her hands dug into the muscles of his chest working towards his shoulders in a rhythmic fashion that soon had her tits swaying in time.  She ground her clit against his body, right above his pubic bone, her lace clad pussy practically taunting his cock to rise up and play.  </span>