<a class="username" data-user-id="13771" data-username="@Cassandraks" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/13771/">@Cassandraks</a>Paul wasn't the one with any reservations. He was more than happy to get comfortable with the girl, inside or outside. It was Mark, a married man who had never cheated on his wife or even given it a thought, who was far too nervous and uncomfortable with being seen 'in public' with another woman, let alone a barely-legal girl, with the express interest to fuck. Paul had been the one who had brought him to the place and was pushing him into cheating on his wife. Mark had thought he was happily married until a few days ago when the shit had hit the fan at home.<br/><br/>He started to raise his hands to do as she commanded, then leaned back and waved her off. "I'm sorry...I can't...I have a wife..." He stammers, though doesn't look up at her. His eyes were focused on that tantalizing, tight teen ass. Paul, however, was there to come to the rescue. He stood and moved in front of the girl, sliding his hands down to her hips and inside of her dress at the desired location. Only he pressed his fingers inside of the waistband of her panties too. He pushed both downwards until her bare ass was free, at which point he stopped.<br/><br/>Paul moved his hands to her ass. "See what you're missing out on, Mark? Look at this ass." He murmurs, jiggling her ass a little before spreading her cheeks, his head peering over her shoulder so he could look down at her ass himself. "And you know her pussy is going to be tight - when was the last time you got to fuck a teen pussy on a girl like this?"<br/><br/>==========<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="21745" data-username="@Aluora" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/21745/">@Aluora</a>Mr. Richards moaned into her mouth as his hands found her ass bare. She wasn't wearing any panties on under that dress of hers. His hands squeezed and massaged her tight ass, living the sort of dream most men dreamed. His cock swelled to hardness as he felt her hand sliding down over his groin and to the zipper of his pants. The girl wasn't the slightest bit shy with him despite being his neighbor...which was great, in his opinion.<br/><br/>He pushed his tongue against hers as they kissed, dancing back and forth into each others mouths. He moaned softly. He had enjoyed his previous girls but he had never personally known them. With Roxy, well, there was a bit of added excitement even if he was paying her to sleep with him. Part of him hoped, however, that they could continue back at home as well - on a more frequent basis. If it meant contributing money to her brothers cancer battle...well, the payoff would be worth it!<br/><br/>==========<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="39292" data-username="@XxSassyBeautyxX" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/39292/">@XxSassyBeautyxX</a>"I love welcoming new girls in the proper way, Anna." He says coolly, his hand large as he took hers. He knew the way well, taking them down to the end of the hallway and into an empty room. He even put a scrunchy on the handle himself. He shut the door behind them and then pulled her snugly against his body just a few feet into the room. He wrapped his arms around her waist and then leaned in, pressing his mouth against hers. Her dress bunched as his hands roamed over her back and down over her ass, slowly starting to pull it up.<br/><br/>His tongue traced over her lips, then pressed past them into her mouth. He worked it in a slow, circular motion as he pushed it in deeper into her mouth, seeking out her tongue to push against it. His hands pulled the bottom of her skirt up over her hips and the curve of her ass, eager to see what she had decided to wear underneath for her firs time in the brothel.<br/><br/>==========<br/><br/>Professor Edwards watched the sway of her hips as she lead him down the familiar hallway and into one of the bedrooms. He took a moment then to hang his jacket up on the hook on the back of the door before pulling his tie off, slipping it into a pocket of his jacket even as he undid the top two buttons of his button down shirt. He even slid his feet out of his shoes before turning his attention back to her.<br/><br/>He moved to the bed, sitting down on its edge. "Do you like dancing, Samantha? I like it when a girl dances for me and you strike me as the type of girl who has gone to many clubs and parties. Am I right? Can you dance for me?"