<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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Heather missed Baxter's exit and she especially missed him taking several photos of her with her face full of cum and lapping more up off of another girl's naked body.  She would not have been pleased if she had seen that bit of sneakiness on his part.  But that perhaps was part of the price she paid for ignoring him as much as she had.  It wasn't intentional, she still was interested in reconnecting with him, she just had not been at all prepared for how mind blowingly intense her encounter with Sally had been.  She wasn't even really sure what to call it, was it sex?  She wasn't sure how it couldn't have been, nor did she even suspect that it wasn't over.<br/>
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She wasn't sure if Sally would appreciate the cum filled kiss she had in store for her but Heather enjoyed being something of a trickster.  It was an interesting experience sharing a man's cum between them, though they had clearly 'earned' it so why shouldn't they savor their victory?  She felt the warmth of their conjoined pussies and how sloppy wet they both were.  She couldn't help but rub a little but her eyes went wide with excited pleasure as Sally thrust up 'into' her, or so it felt.  She quick slap of pussy on pussy was electric.  It only got better as Sally used her own body to begin to constrain the smaller girl's.  With more pressure the contact became more intense.  <br/>
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For a girl, Sally was as good at manhandling Heather's small body as any of her brother's had been growing up.  She felt the pull on her braid, leverage her brother's never dared use for fear of their mother, but Sally used with expert authority.  Heather quickly found herself on her back and if she hadn't known better, might have thought Sally was literally fucking her.  Had she not so intimately familiar with the other girls genitals, she would have wondered.  Of course she had never been fucked with a real cock so she had little to compare it against.  Still she grunted with each of Sally's thrusts and soon began to cum once more.  She felt like a puddle of Baxter's spent seed as she laid there on the table even as Sally climbed off to clean herself up.  <br/>
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As Baxter made his comment, Heather, still laying on the table and cum covered. "Pretty big words from our slave."  Though she quickly looked at Sally as if she would have the final say in what they did with their new toy.  </span>