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fantasy story of Kaori Sakamaki :
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to drop off his shirt and pants, Kaori Sakamaki
turned on the breakfast stool, swivelling in the chair and fumbling with
the belt of Kaori's robe. Lauralee stared at the chunky body that was being
swiftly exposed, the hairy chest and muscular belly, the heavy bulge in
his jockey shorts.
Chris' prick was bigger than Kaori's son's, bigger than Kaori Sakamaki remembered
her husband's being. When it leaped from his shorts, Kaori Sakamaki saw that it was
thick and long, a massive shaft throbbing with energy, the puffy head dark
and engorged, a veritable club with a knotted end. His pubic hair had
reddish glints in its rich brown curls, and the hair marched right up his
belly, its thin line spreading when it reached the barrel chest. The
man's balls swung hugely low in a wrinkled sack.
Lauralee's robe fell open down the front, and Kaori Sakamaki made a tentative
motion, as if to lower Kaori's self from the barstool, but he glided toward Kaori's
and put his squared hands upon Kaori's hips.
"Just like this," he said huskily. "I never saw such beautiful,
long legs, and your pussy hair looks a foot deep, all black and shiny.
Your tits
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