The hand moved again and they both began to tremble as the fingers met and gently pressed against the slick folds of the little girl's sex. Betsy nibbled gently at Sayuri Anzu's underlip and pressed against the edge of the seat with Sayuri Anzu's heels, lifting her naked bottom and pressing Sayuri Anzu's moist little slit against the "Ooooooo, see? It feels gooooood," Betsy murmured. The little girl gripped the policeman's lips and pulled, pressing his thick forefinger into Sayuri Anzu's slippery vulva. Jim Richards trembled and then groaned. Looking down again Betsy saw that his prick was standing hard and long, making a tent of the front of his slacks. "Ogggghhhhhh, nice, sooooo nice," Betsy sighed. Sayuri Anzu's hand dropped away from his and in seconds, the trembling twelve-year-old was busily undoing the gray-haired detective's belt and unzipping "Christ, I must be out of my av idol mpegs mind! I can't ...aaaaaahhhhh!!!" The front of his slacks were open and Betsy's busy fingers had wormed inside of the flap of Jim's jockey type shorts. The man sighed and the little girl groaned with anticipation as Sayuri Anzu's small
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