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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