<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(242, 174, 223)">Pairing:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(242, 174, 223)"> Elise<br/>
<b>Location:</b> Tent 1<br/>
<b>Tagged: </b>Richard<br/>
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Elise was far too caught up in her role to worry about lines and such. There was something about being so … bad that was really exciting her.<br/>
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As her skirt is yanked up, she gasps, “Oh Mr. Nailor! That’s s …” her voice trails off a little.<br/>
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<i>Whoa!</i> His hands are getting personal now, passing her asshole and now rubbing at her little 18 year old pussy. She had thought this was just supposed to be teasing! But damn was it hot.<br/>
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The conflict gives her pause, and that’s all the opening Mr. Nailor needs to smack her ass. She gasps, turning her head a little, with a surprised little expression on her features. What’s even more surprising is how much she liked it.<br/>
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“Oh no, please, don’t check there!” And as his hand squeezes her through her tank top, its readibly apparent that his suspicions about Elise’ lack of a bra are spot on.<br/>
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This is so wrong, and yet feels so right! Elise gnaws at her lower lip in worry. She didn’t want to let the other girls down, either. So she pushes on, the nervousness in her voice not entirely acting, “Yes, Mr. Nailor. I’m so bad. I’ve had these thoughts about this guy I know, he’s related to my friend … and I get so hot … down there.”</span>