<b>Name:</b><a class="link link--external" href="https://pasteboard.co/JJ2q6d4.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Sally, NSFW</a>.<br/><b>Location:</b>Beach House -> 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><a class="username" data-user-id="20459" data-username="@LeaT" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/20459/">@LeaT</a>(Heather)<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(242, 174, 223)">Sally still held on to Heather's braid as her new friend stuck her face between her legs which was probably a good thing because moments later everything went down fast. There was the noise of cracking wood, then the first drop as the legs of the table began to give way. It was only through her grip on the braid that Sally managed to maintain her balance. Then the second drop almost had her topple over onto the couch but once again the braid rescued her although this time she pulled Heather along with her as she managed a controlled fall onto the couch.<br/>
"The fuck... " she yelped and looked down at Heather, still impaled on Baxter's cock, to make sure she was alright and then glanced over at Baxter, trying to look angry that he broke his restraints but then she started to laugh.<br/>
"How long? No idea," she said and informed him that the timer had not been started again after he lost the bet.<br/>
"But it's my turn now."<br/>
She let go of Heather's braid and pointed to the floor.<br/>
"I want to ride too. That was the deal. We get to use you anyway we want, right?"</span>