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“Oh fuck!”

Robin gave a little squeal as Juan picked up the pace, those bubbly cheeks slammed into and split apart by the pulsating member; he lay face down on the bed, ass hanging off the edge for the other to ruin. It stretched him, more than he had experienced, but that’s what happens when he had been fooling around with guys his age and then he goes to camp and gets fucked by a daddy. “Nnngh-” The cheerleader mewled submissively as he let Juan claim his sweet ass. But the current position was a little jarring, wasn’t delivering maximum pleasure. “Wait...hold on.” Robin panted, using the last bit of strength he could muster to hoist himself further onto the bed. His left knee hitched, toned muscle sin those smooth thighs flexing as he manoeuvred - he silently thanked himself for having the hip flexibility to perform such a feat all while that cock was impaled in him. With his leg now hitched and body firmly on the mattress, the blonde glanced over to his shoulder to get a glimpse of the sweaty muscle god behind him. “Ok all good.” And soon the ploughing had begun again and Robin was gripping the sheets tightly, making no effort to be quiet as the sounds of his delight carried out of the cabin.

Robin’s cheeks were flushed bright red and his golden curls were losing their shape as he remained in that heated embrace with Makani. The twunk was a mess, whimpering with need and his plump pink lips pouted whilst nimble fingers clutched the bench beneath him for stablising as smooth legs toned and built from years of dance and gymnastics straddled the hunk's waist. “P-please.” Robin ached, wiggling his hips ever so deliciously to feel the swollen head of Mak’s manhood swipe over his fluttering entrance. “You’ve worked me up so much, I need you.” He begged. Long gone was the sassy cheerleader who gave Mak quips here and there but a mere ten minutes ago, he was now reduced to a salty heap of lust and heated desire. They already engaged with steamy foreplay, and multiple times Robin nearly came. It was unbearable, as if his skin was on fire and the nly way to douse him was by Mak ruining him. His thong had also been flun somehwere he didn't know so it would feel like a waste to be naked not make the most. He was so worked up, beyond being able to just walk away. “Please fuck me.” His big blue eyes looked at Mak’s handsome face, pushing against the large member but not so much as to let it penetrate. 

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Jackson was enjoying the camp more than he thought he would. Everyone was pretty damn sexy and he was having the time of his life already. He was walking towards the pool when he heard singing. When he moved closer towards the song, he spotted a guy dancing which brought a smirk to his face. “You have some moves.” 

Of course he had moves! Robin was raised dancing and singing. It was his whole life. And how could he not put that to use in this sort of environment. On his first day, donned in a sparkly baby blue thong, the bubbly blonde was enjoying was the camp had to offer. With a cocktail in hand (acquired through a fake ID) and one of his strong thighs wrapped around a silver strip pole attached tot eh bar, Robin was singing to the tunes playing on the stereo. He spun and twirled with magnanimous ease that came from twenty years of training. 

“Talking to me?” He giggled and raised his thigh so that he was doing a standing split against the pole, gripping the pole with one hand which made his toned muscles bulge, all the while that thong revealed oh so much. His bulge was all the more prominent and that flimsy fabric did very little to hide his smooth pink hole. 

Fuck he was a slut.

“Well thank you. It’s taken years of practice.” He quipped playfully and sipped from his fruit drink on the split position. “What can I do for you?”

Robin was proud of his body, particularly his ass. It was bubbly, it was tight and smooth. All those hours working in the ballet studio, all those gymnastic sessions for cheerleading and the gym sessions to stay fit; it was no wonder his ass was as good as it was. 

And boy oh boy did he like it getting groped. Normally he would get defensive but in this camp environment he was more than open the idea, hence why he only paraded around in a deliciously naughty thong that left oh so little to the imagination. 

He couldn’t see at first who it was that did the groping in question, but ti certainly didn’t stop a soft little mewl escape the dancer. His breath hitched and stomach coiled with instant arousal. “Getting a quick sample are we?”

He didn’t turn around, not fully. Robin glanced over his shoulder and saw the taller male behind him. The smirk grew and soon Robin nibbled his lip. 

This was certainly not like any camp Robin had been to before... well Robin had never been camping in all honesty. He went to a few dance camps and theatre weeks but that was more just staying in hotels and then going to the studio. And even so, they certainly did not have open shared space baths and showers. 

But hey - when in Rome?

By the time the blonde dancer was interrupted, the bulk of the bubbles had dispersed. A thin layer remained on-top that only just concealed his smooth and toned form, but one could get a good peek if they wanted. Not that Robin minded; he was very body and sex positive... little tramp that he was.

Laying so proudly with his eyes closed, the twunk felt a shadow cast over himself, quite a broad shadow too. Already knowing someone was enjoying their view, Robin cocked a smirk and opened those crystal blue hues to gaze at the silhouette. “I knew this camp was forward, but not this forward.”

Robin sat up, opened his knees and let the bubbles cover the goods as he gazed mischievously at his hunky intruder. “Not that I mind. Were you wanting to use this exact bath? Because The water is still very warm and I’m not in any-mood to leave just yet. Will that be a problem?”