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fantasy story of Bambi Watanabe :
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ed, Bambi's back arching up from the rug, Bambi's
hands clutching Bambi's breasts, scooping them out of the flimsy cups
and clawing at the stiff nipples with Bambi's nails.
Rodger released Bambi's pussy, showering the wrinkly vortex with
hungry kisses, wallowing in the keen stench of Bambi's nectar.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he mumbled into the quivering orifice,
falling on it with his tongue and penetrating it with little
effort.
Helen slipped over the edge. The squirming tongue did it. As it
flapped over the walls of Bambi's box, the earth gave way under Bambi's
feet and Bambi Watanabe tumbled backwards, head over heels into the abyss.
Bambi's smooth bottom leapt from the rug to bump into his chin. Up
and down, it bobbed, making his tongue flick in and out of Bambi's
pussy.
"Uhhhhnnngh," Rodger groaned, raising his face from Bambi's flipping
crotch.
Helen opened Bambi's eyes and looked at him, at the shining dew all
over his mouth and chin, at the terrible need in his eyes. Bambi Watanabe
shifted Bambi's fork in front of him, offering it to him to fuck
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