<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><br/>
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The tangle of limbs and bodies that Baxter made the foundation of, was pooling sweat and other juices, as he continued to grind, thrust, like, and nibble in every combination he could think of in his current situation. Heather's tight little body gripped his cock like nothing else before ever had, and the feel of her tiny hands running over his body only added to the stimulation he was feeling. Had Sally not been in the way he would have marveled at the way Heather's body had adapted to his cock as she fought well above her weight class. (<a class="link link--external" href="https://www.sex.com/pin/59190743-heela-bor-tiurbey-bianput-heesin-itspleys/" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">NSFW)</a><br/>
Not that he resented Sally's position at all. He was practically devouring her from below. He had enjoyed making her cum with his mouth and wanted to feel her shake above him once again. In truth he wanted a lot of things. He wanted to be able to take control of the situation, be freed from the restraints, and show these sassy girls just what he could really do. He had lost track of time in all the pleasure, but even had he been capable of looking the timer wasn't running anyway. Longing to sink his finger into female flesh, and run them over all the area denied to him, he strained at his bindings, and if someone had been listening, underneath all the wet impacts, moans, and heavy breathing they might have detected the sound of straining wood.<br/>
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Baxter continued to lap at Sally's pussy, managing to get his lips around her clit for one last suck before she rose and presented herself to Heather instead, while the smaller girl began to increase her pace riding his cock. The visual stimulus given to him by Sally getting off his face, was too much for Baxter,involuntarily pulling at this restraints with all the strength he had to spare, while he kept thrust up at Heathers core, he felt an orgasm rise.<br/>
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The sudden release made his body spasm, and with a "CRACK" the legs of the table broke before the gauze did, drawn in by his contracting, tightening muscles. The table collapsed to the floor as Heather was lowering herself from the apex of his cock, and final rush along her walls, amplified by unimpeded gravity, tipped Baxter well over the edge. Cum blasted deep inside Heather. He had not worn a condom, and thoughts about asking if she was on the pill had not crossed his mind in the lead up to all this. Such thoughts wouldn't cross his mind for quite a while the way things were going.<br/>
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Freed of the restraints, gauze still clinging to his wrists he took a hold of Heather's hip and bounced her on his cock, milking every drop of that shot out of him and into her. His head fell back and hit the table with a "THUNK" and his hand fell to the sides. "How long ....was that?" he asked breathlessly?</span>