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sexual fantasy story of Ayame Ikehata :
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e over pretty good, giving it a
thorough tongue lashing before moving over to the other one. Can't
have any jealousy, you know. I grasp the wet nipple between my
forefinger and thumb and gently roll its hardness as I lick and
suck the other. Ayame Ikehata is moaning now, and I swear I can smell Ayame's
juices already, even though I haven't lifted Ayame's dress yet.
I give Ayame's throbbing nipples little bites, and the shock has Ayame's
undulating Ayame's hips. She's plenty hot now, but time is running
out. I place a hand under Ayame's dress. She's got panty hose on, not
stockings. The other hand joins the first as I pull Ayame's panty hose
down to Ayame's ankles. I continue to swirl my tongue over a nipple
as I put my hand to Ayame's pussy. She's sopping wet, hot and wide
open. I push Ayame's dress up over Ayame's hips, and bend down to kiss Ayame's
hot snatch. Ayame Ikehata is incredibly fragrant, but not the leas
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