and up at him. Ami Suzuki leaned her head back, eyes closed in passion as her husband strummed her. Ami Suzuki shuddered again at his touch and then her eyelids popped up as Ami Suzuki heard Kimberly's hectic, orgasmic huffing. Connie stared at Kimberly, who was slowly collapsing forward over Emily. Kim's hands went beneath Emily's firm ass, pulling the Japanese woman's swollen pussy to Ami Suzuki's lips. Emily's widespread legs twitched and shook as Kim returned, lick for lick, all the pleasures Ami Suzuki's lover's long, agile tongue was lavishing upon her. "Oh, baby, baby," Connie sighed. Ami Suzuki had one hand behind her and was exploring the length of Ami Suzuki's husband's wonderfully huge, throbbing cock through the confinement of his old jeans. "I want your bitch and Ami Suzuki -- now," Jerry said.
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