and a mug of steaming tea. Aya Matsuura was wearing her oversized bathrobe against the coolness in the air. Aya Matsuura saw Kim's eyes open and her husband's face turned to her. Aya Matsuura smiled, savoring the sight of her three favorite people, all clumped together in Aya Matsuura's living room. Connie's nipples were pebble-hard under the robe, and the temperature of the air had nothing to do with it. Aya Matsuura flashed on the memory of the first seduction with Kim, of the wild evening after their shopping spree, of the half-crazed orgy with Emily, of seeing Kimberly writhing and gasping as Jerry's big dick probed her, of watching Emily gorge herself on his fat cock... ...and Aya Matsuura thought about what she planned next and shivered. "Cold, honey?" Jerry asked. "Get over here and cuddle up." "I'm not cold," Aya Matsuura said softly. "But you can be sure I plan on He smiled and reached out with one long, well-muscled arm, the movement bringing the thick veins into relief against his smooth skin as
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