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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