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ot and flushed.
I felt the quiver as my tongue began to slide over Chisato's skin. Each inch
of Chisato's inner thighs from the top of the stockings to the place where her
aching pussy opened for my kiss was slowly explored. I could see how
wet Chisato Morishita was and the struggle that Chisato Morishita was having to keep Chisato's hips still.
I could see Chisato's swollen clit and inner lips, their pink hue exaggerated
to redness against the brown curls that framed them. I let my tongue
flick over them as I moved from leg to leg. Then I stopped and looked
to Heather's lovely green eyes.
"Heather, tell me what you want! Tell me what you need me to do to you."
Heather had never been able to express herself when discussing sex.
Chisato Morishita stared at me and tried to tell me, but all that came out was the
word, "Please!".
"Not good enough, Heather, you know very well what you want me to do.
Ask me to do it for you, Heather."
Chisato Morishita flushed again and finally said softly, "Michael, please eat me."
Not wanting to loose the mom
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