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he floor, Manami's head on the cushion, Manami Suzuki raised Manami's legs onto
the crate, then, arching Manami's legs and back and pushing towards the
crate with Manami's hands, Manami Suzuki lifted Manami's cute behind so that it sat on the
wooden box. Manami's head, remaining on the floor, was 2-3 ' lower than her
ass, Manami's body angled at 45 degrees. Manami Suzuki then pulled Manami's knees back,
until they touched Manami's breasts, Manami's thighs slightly parted in a baby-
doll pose. Pushing a hand under Manami's tight panties, Manami Suzuki grunted, and at
first I didn't understand what Manami Suzuki was doing. It then became clear, as
a dark stain of urine begin to soak into the pretty, cotton, briefs.
Soon, a little stream of urine was visible, running onto Manami's tummy and
under the bodice of Manami's dress, before rea-appearing between her
crushed breasts. Angling Manami's neck, Manami Suzuki opened Manami's mouth, putting her
tongue to this high cleavage, and started lapping at Manami's own warm
urine. Some missed Manami's tongue, running into the locks of Manami's hair,
before dripping into the soft cushion on which Manami Suzuki lay. As Manami Suzuki tried
to swallow, the pungent liquid made Manami's cough, bringing urine up
through Manami's nose. Sometimes the stream would dribble around Manami's mouth,
into Manami's pretty blue eyes, that r
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