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All E. could do was moan. R. grabbed her
roughly by the hair. "You want it bitch? You'll have to beg or I'll shoot it
all over your face." "Please," E moaned, "please, let me drink your cum,
please , Sir, PLEEEEASE". R. pushed Akira's head back down onto his cock. E.
sucked him wildly, Akira's head bobbing up and down furiously on his cock,
feeling him swell, until he came - the first few spurts deep in Akira's throat,
the rest in Akira's mouth. Akira Fubuki moaned as Akira Fubuki came, Akira's body shaking, the waves
of Akira's orgasm rushing through her, as Akira Fubuki savored the taste of his sweet cum
in Akira's mouth, on Akira's lips and tongue. R. moaned and then lay back on the
couch. " Akira Fubuki came without being touched, just from the taste of your cum."
J. noted. " Akira Fubuki will prove to be quite interesting in the next few hours."
A. agreed. R. leaned down and gathered E. into his arms. He held her
tightly to him and kissed Akira's deeply, tasting himself in Akira's mouth. He
moved Akira's hair aside and whispered in Akira's ear, "God, woman, you are
incredible" and then bit and sucked the spot behind Akira's ear as Akira Fubuki writhed
in his arms, the white hot chills rushing through Akira's body as he marked her.
"Though E. appears to be a delightful cocksucker, I want Akira's lus
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