<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(41, 105, 176)">Name: </span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(41, 105, 176)"><a class="link link--external" href="https://www.sex.com/pin/59548880-muscle-sexy-male/" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><b>Baxter McDonald</b></a><br/>
<b>Location:  Basement Media Room<br/>
Tagged:</b> <b><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, <a class="username" data-user-id="20459" data-username="@LeaT" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/20459/">@LeaT</a> as Heather</b><br/>
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As the two girls continued to seemingly have the time of their lives together, Baxter's hand was subconciously moving faster as it stroked along the more than generous length of his cock. The primal part of his brain just couldn't help. The rush of audible, visual, and aromatic stimuli the two girls were producing was running wild through him. Their almost violent reactions tot he others licking, sucking, and fingering mean he could almost taste them on the air, and he desperately wanted to be more involved, but the "rational" part of his brain that wanted him to win the bet prevented him from doing so. As such his hand moved more quickly and added little flourishes that added to the pleasure.<br/>
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He moved around them, stroking all the while trying to sear this image into his memory from every possible angle. Though he had more sexual experience than the two girls, he had never been in a threesome, or personally witnessed two girls giving in to their saphic desires beyond sloppy makeout sessions at frat parties. He wanted to remember this.<br/>
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He moved to the head of the table just as Sally came, and her cries mixed with the look of surprise in Heather's eyes as her legs clamped down around the back of her head was too much. He came, the sensations of being a sexually charged situation that didn't involve a computer screen, but rather two pretty young women overriding his desire to 'win'. The first spurt practically speared across the room, spattering over Heather's face where it mixed with Sally's own love juices. <a class="link link--external" href="https://www.sex.com/pin/58133738-xev-bellringer-earns-pay-raise-from-principal/" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">(NSFW)</a> The remaining three spurts, then landed across Sally's tit's and belly, <a class="link link--external" href="https://www.sex.com/pin/56463925-she-loves-it-all-over-her-body/" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">(NSFW)</a> collecting in hot thick lumps on her pale skin.<br/>
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"FUCK!" he yelled out, both is pleasure and frustration at losing losing the game. He flopped back onto the couch. The timer on his phone read 13:47. He tilted his head back on the couches headrest and then looked back to the girls smiling ruefully. "Well ladies, that was quite the performance. You both certainly earned your victory." he said, leaning forward, and resting his elbows on his knees, his slightly deflated cock still jutting out. Baxter prided himself on his stamina, but after all that he would need at least a couple of minutes to be ready to go again.</span>