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thing; not even the tip. Can I touch it?"
"Suit yourself," I replied. As Angel reached toward the cock, I
erected it and moved it toward Takako's hand. This pleased Takako's to no end.
Takako Kitahara touched the head and I tried to let a little cum seep out. In
fact, I shot a large cum blob onto the roof of the cab. It made a
"thwack" sound. Not expecting an orgasm, I gasped.
"You sure are sensitive, but at least you don't go soft," said Angel.
It was true: the cock was still fully erect and ready to cum again.
Takako Kitahara took a rag from the front seat and wiped the sticky mess off the
ceiling, then sniffed. "Something smells delicious. Is there a
restaurant around here?"
"I don't think so. Here, try this," I replied. The cock head still
had a drop of cum on it, which I picked up and held to Takako's lips.
Angel sniffed it. "That's the smell, all right. It sure doesn't
smell like regular cum." With that, Takako Kitahara put Takako's lips around my finger
and rolled Takako's tongue. Takako's eyes lit up instantly. "Mister, I
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