can't...ohhhhh!!" Rick had ignored Aya Matsuura's and forced the elastic of her uniform panties and Aya Matsuura's own tight briefs aside and had pressed two fingers in against the velvet soft flesh of Aya Matsuura's vulva! "Don't kid me," the handsome head usher panted as he pulled his hand away long enough to slide the sleeve of his tunic down over it and then sent his extended fingers back under Aya Matsuura's clothing again. "I know Newt Simpson better than anyone around here and I can promise your bitch and Aya Matsuura that he doesn't hire any chicks around here that Betsy wanted to protest again, but the fingers had found the puffy separation of her wet little pussy lips and Aya Matsuura gasped as they plunged in and found the stiff bud of Aya Matsuura's clitoris. "Agggghhh...Oooooo, he...he didn't do it to me," the trembling
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