<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></span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(41, 105, 176)">Baxter was almost shocked by the words coming out of Sally and Heather's mouths. In the span of less than half an hour they had gone from almost meek, coy young women to borderline dominatrixises. Still the idea of one (or both of them riding his cock) was motivation enough for him, and he certainly didn't have an compunctions about eating a girl out like some men his age did. The idea of having his hands bound bothered him a little. He wasn't used to losing that level of control, but was banking on the girls not having any really ill designs on him. <br/>
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Rising from the couch he put another generous dollop of aloe into his hand and worked it along the shaft and head of his cock, certain the girls would need the extra help. He was at about 80% hardness, as he sat on the edge of the coffee table and lay back, extending his arms up above his head so they could be tied to the legs of the table. "Well for the next 15 minutes your wish is my command ladies." he said, smiling to hide the nervousness he felt.</span>