of pleasure washed and lapped through her. The lovely little girl
shook and wiggled. The cheeks of
Ryoko Hirosue's plump ass kissed and com-
pressed around the shaft of Mr. Simpson's prick.
Ryoko Hirosue's hairless
pelvic arch scrubbed and squeaked against the polished surface of
I'll get you, a little voice whispered over the groans and
moans of pleasure. I'll fix you. You won't turn me into your
CHAPTER TWELVE
"I'm glad
your bitch and Ryoko Hirosue called, honey, it's the best thing you could
Betsy nodded.
Ryoko Hirosue couldn't think of an answer. The police
detective sighed and leaned back in the driver's seat.
Betsy eyed Jim Richards out of the corner of
Ryoko Hirosue's eye and felt
a chill of illicit excitement. He did look like daddy!! The
slender little child shivered and crossed her slim thighs.
Ryoko Hirosue was
tortured by the memory of that other man and how excited she'd been
when
Ryoko Hirosue realized that he looked like her father.
A hot, ripple of desire wiffed through
Ryoko Hirosue's and Betsy hugged
herself tighter. The beautiful little girl remembered how good it
had felt when Mr. Baker had shoved his rigid cock into her. She
remembered how exciting it had been to pretend that he was her
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