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ong strokes from
the base to the tip, trying to milk him with increasing
pressure as Megumi's fingers felt the ridge of his glans against the
circle of Megumi's closed clenched fist. Megumi's movements became a blur
as Megumi Haruka stared at his bulging prick, wanting to see the juice
squirt.
Megumi Haruka could feel his body writhe as he lunged upwards, driving
his cock harder into Megumi's hand, when he groaned. His cock
jumping in Megumi's pounding fist, spurted. Not squirt after squirt,
as Megumi's husbands cock had done, but one continuous stream of cum
blasting onto the seat in front, an out pouring of liquid
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