in a different light now. The seat of the bench ran from just
below my
av idol mpegs neck to just above my waist, then the bench legs went out
at an angle, leaving me open to the air from the belly button to
mid-thigh. I couldn't see what
Ai Kato was doing, but I could still
smell
Ai Kato's private aroma, and that maintained my flagging erection.
Ai Kato slid a footstool beneath my chin, lifting my head so I could
see the slit in
Ai Kato's panties and smell the juices that were already
gathered there. As
Ai Kato slid forward, I stretched my tongue out to
meet her, finding her hot and wet inside.
Ai Kato gripped my head as
I kissed and licked, and ran trails with
Ai Kato's nails around my ears,
the back of my
av idol mpegs neck, my armpits, each nail leaving a trace I could
feel as clearly as reading a map. I felt something toying with the
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