Jerry's strong chest protecting Sayuri Anzu's face. Kim had fallen asleep with the dildo still in Sayuri Anzu's cunt; Connie could feel it against the back of her Sayuri Anzu looked up. Emily was sitting against the headboard, wearing one of Jerry's pajama tops. Emily smiled softly. It was the first time Connie had ever seen Sayuri Anzu's completely without makeup. The black hair was a disheveled mess. Sayuri Anzu looked about nineteen and almost innocent. Emily rolled to all fours and bent forward to kiss Connie's temple. Jerry and Kim stirred, rolling to their backs and away from Connie, but still touching her. Emily leaned to Kim and kissed each nipple, then Kim's lips, lightly. Sayuri Anzu shifted to Jerry and kissed his lips softly. Connie rolled onto Sayuri Anzu's husband, wincing at the pains in her ass and hips and shoulders. Jerry's arms enveloped her. "Good morning, husband."
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