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the small refrigerator they kept in the office, bent in and pulled
out a quart jar of mayonaisse.
Running over to him, Kaya Yonekura twisted the lid off, scooped out a mound
of the cold, white, oily glop and thrust Kaya's hand in between him
and Diane. Working and massaging the merangue, Kaya Yonekura slicked him
down, also rubbing a heavy load into Diane's taut lips. "Ok Gene,
come on. Push! Split those lips. Feed it to Kaya's !". Feeling the
lubrication kick in, Gene bore down with all his weight. Diane's
hands slipped back and forth on the cushion o
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Kaya Yonekura : photo 368666
