<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">Name:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)"> <a class="link link--external" href="https://cdn-i30.definebabe.com/_idb/g/69/72/11/b69f3eb52d/01.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Amber Henderson</a><br/>
<b>Location: </b>Walking the Beach<br/>
<b>Tagged: </b><a class="username" data-user-id="40726" data-username="@ToWriterAndWander" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/40726/">@ToWriterAndWander</a> as Simon <br/>
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Amber could practically taste the boy's arousal as as she toyed with him.  The way his eyes seemed to be trying to pull down the cups of her bikini top as he stared at her tits.  "Did you think I didn't notice all the times you tried to look down my blouse?"  She told him, letting him know she had been on to him the whole time.  "Did you think about me at night when you stroked your cock until you came into a tissue?"  She asked, she was a sharp clawed cougar and wasn't afraid to use them.  She smiled amusedly as his hands began to fondle her small but still firm tits, as if he was finally becoming interesting to her.  "That's more like it."  She purred as he began to use both hands.  It was her turn to look down at the tent in his shorts.  "At least you seem glad to see me."  She commented, pleasantly surprised at the size of his erection.  <br/>
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"Not so fast."  She didn't quite follow along with him yet.  "Pick up my shoes like a good boy."  She told him before she started up towards the house on her own, but at a slow enough pace he could catch her if he hustled.  She paused as she reached the concrete patio that formed the apron to the pool.  "Set my shoes down there."  She told him and held out her hand for him to hold to steady her as she slipped them onto her feet.  Her heels clicked onto the concrete as she noticed a red head giving a blow job at the bar.  "Where you going to offer me a drink?  I think I'll have what she's having."  She licked her lips as she led Simon towards the bar.  </span><br/><br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">Name:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)"> <a class="link link--external" href="https://www.thesun.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/NINTCHDBPICT000539528801.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Lea Stormvauld</a><br/>
<b>Location:</b> Beach House -&gt; Upstairs, Peter's Room<br/>
<b>Tagged: </b><a class="username" data-user-id="40726" data-username="@ToWriterAndWander" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/40726/">@ToWriterAndWander</a> as Peter<br/>
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Lea felt as if she was suspended between Peter's thick hard cock pistoning in and out of her pussy and his firm grip on her hair.  Her curvy body bent at the waist, ass jiggling from Peter's spanking, her large tits bouncing chaotically from his deep rapid thrusts.  He was fucking parts of her that had never felt a cock and her face looked as if he had literally fucked the senses out of her.  Had she known the word Ahegao, she would have recognized the look on her face, but she thought of it more as an overwhelming bliss.  Her upper teeth bit into her lower lip as if she was ready to give him some kind of retort at his demand for her to cum for him.  But her brain simply didn't have the capacity for speech just then as her climax was coming upon her like a freight train.  <br/>
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It was the thumb pressing into her ass that put her over the edge.  It frightened and aroused her even though it was little more than pressure so far.  But like the tiny straw that finally breaks the camels back, she came forcefully.  Her well exercised Kegel muscles spasmed around his cock, gripping his shaft almost like a fist, if he had thought her tight before, he might have a slight fear he had stuck his cock into a bear trap.  It wasn't enough to hold him still, he was fucking her way too hard for that, but he would be unable to miss the sensation.  </span><br/><br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">Name:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"> <a class="link link--external" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/77/68/c8/7768c85cfe08ed88c5029771a1eaf25a.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Heather Thomas</a><br/>
<b>Location:</b> Beach House -&gt; Downstairs Media Room<br/>
<b>Tagged:</b> <a class="username" data-user-id="34307" data-username="@Colonel_Liam" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/34307/">@Colonel_Liam</a> &amp; <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 <br/>
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Heather would never forget this experience but even having just lived through it, she was not fully aware of everything that had happened.  It was like a blur as she was so focused on that small but oh so important part of Sally's anatomy.  She had feared she would lick and suck all to no avail but she had felt Sally had at least two orgasms before Baxter reminded them both of his presence by launching a cannon shot of hot stick cum nearly the length of Sally's body only to ricochet off her pubic bone and onto her face.  It was like a master pool player calling a bank shot to win the game.  Except in Baxter's case, it was his signal that he had indeed lost.  Or so Heather thought, for all she knew the timer had gone off minutes ago, she had been so focused upon pleasing Sally.  <br/>
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She had to blink to clear some of Baxter's cum over her eyes but she looked at Sally with an expression of sheer wonder and delight at what had happened between them.  She had a bit of that new puppy learning a new trick and looking to its master to see if she were pleased.  When Sally asked how much time was left and told Heather to clean her, she knew they had won.  She lost no time in cleaning her, though with her face covered in cum she may have spread as much as she cleaned.  She began right there at Sally's pussy, licking the splatter that probably came from her face first.  She then worked her way up her belly, slurping and sucking the thickest parts, then licking the residual afterwards.  She tongued along the lower margin of Sally's ribs, her lips and tongue sometimes working parts that hadn't even been soiled.  <br/>
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Still panting somewhat from her exertions, her small hands squeezed Sally's breasts together as her mouth sucked and licked her tit flesh regardless of the presence of cum.  She sucked each nipple as she drew her head back, tugging the nubs until the slipped from her lips.  Her face still coated as it approached Sally's lips.  She steadied herself on the table, resting her body on Sally's at a slight angle so their pubic bones pressed close together and their thighs slightly alternating so that Heather's thigh pressed against Sally and vice versa.  Her face still a mess she leaned down to kiss Sally on the lips, if she let her.   </span>