<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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Their chest bump successfully completed and the timer started, Heather was suddenly faced with the realization that she really didn't know a lot about sex with another girl.  She reached out tentatively to caress Sally's breast and had barely traced her fingers from the outer edge to the lower when Sally went to her knees as if preparing to give Heather a blow job.  "Ohhhh MMMnnnn"  She moaned as Sally's fingers caressed along her slit, she spread her legs in response to give the other girl better access.  For lack of another idea she ran her fingers through Sally's dark hair in an affectionate manner as she felt the pleasure building within her with every motion of Sally's fingers.  Heather held her breath when Sally leaned in, never having some one give her oral, male or female she wasn't sure what to expect.  As Sally paused to take in Heather's scent, Heather thought she might chicken out but then she felt the hot tongue whip her clitoral hood and it was like an electric shock of pleasure.  Heather arched her back, pert breasts thrust forward and upward as she leaned back, thrusting her hips forward to give her partner better access.  <br/>
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Heather released Sally's hair and grabbed her tits, squeezing them roughly, almost painfully to counteract the overwhelming pleasure of Sally's mouth.  Sally's moan was like a vibrator pressed on Heather's aching sex, as Sally's tongue began to explore her slit she had to reach down with one hand to Sally's hair.  No longer an affectionate caress, she took a handful of the other girl's hair in her fist and used her for balance even as she tried to pull Sally's face more firmly against her pussy.  Baxter was almost ignored now, though her performance, if it could be called a performance as she was merely reacting to Sally's tongue was front and center.  "Oh my god that feels so fucking good."  As erotic as last year's encounter had been, Heather's reaction today was on an entirely different level, and she hadn't even cum yet.  It was no reflection upon Baxter, the intimacy of Sally's ministrations, with nothing at all between them was well beyond the dry humping through swim suits.  Heather was well overdue for a sexual awakening, and the last year of quarantine had built her lust up to the breaking point, and Sally was in the perfect position to help Heather let it all loose.  </span>