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fantasy story of Kana Ishikawa :
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back up, Kana Ishikawa subtly
turned Kana's body toward me and sensuously slid them down Kana's legs.
Standing over me as Kana Ishikawa was, Karen's pussy was no more than
six inches from my eyes. And it was beautiful. Except for a small
tuft of wispy, baby fine blonde hair on top, Kana's cunt was as
hairless and smooth as the day Kana Ishikawa was born. And I was fascinated
by it, transfixed by the Kana Ishikawa er, floral beauty of Kana's thick, pouty
vaginal lips glistening with Kana's sweet, fragrant juices. I don't
know what possessed me, but I couldn't control myself. My hands
went up behind Kana's and I caressed Kana's small, firm ass. Then,
suddenly, I pulled Kana's hips forward and slowly brushed my lips
through Kana's soft pubic patch.
Even more surprised than I was, Karen lost Kana's breath and
shuddered. Kana Ishikawa had to grasp my head to keep from falling, but
rather than move away, Kana Ishikawa thrust Kana's hips forward, pushing Kana's
cunt harder against my mouth and I brazenly kissed and nibbled
her wet pussy, inhaling Kana's thick, rich, feminine aroma. It was
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