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Kasumi Nakamura is a japanese idol born in Chiba on 19 8 1984. Her blood type is B, and she is 153 cm tall, Kasumi's body measurements being: Breast: 88 , Waist: 53 , Hips: 82.

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Full NameKasumi Nakamura
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Country CodeJP
City / StateChiba
Birth Datey: [1984] m: [8] d: [19]
Blood TypeB
Height (cm)922
Measurements (cm)B: [88] W: [53] H: [82]

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tement. I could see from the growing bulge in Doug's pants that he approved. "Lean against the couch and bend over....I'm going to fuck you silly!" he said as he dropped his pants to the floor, exposing the head of his cock. Doing what he told me, he stepped up behind me and, with a little help, pushed his cock deep inside me. "SHIT! You're even bigger that I thought you would be...blowing you was one thing but fuck...you really fill my pussy!" Without saying a word, he just began to pump away using full hard strokes. Being so worked up after blowing him in the parking lot, I started cumming on the 5th stroke. I lost count of the orgasms I had, one after another as he just continued to pound my cunt until. Finally, after what seemed like hours of fucking, I could feel his cum spurting into my pussy. When he withdrew his cock, I could feel the cum begin to drip from my cunt down my legs. "You really can take it! Go clean up" he said. After cleaning up and douching myself (guys hate to eat a pussy that's been filled with cum). Returning to the living room, he asked me to go and check his mail (the mail box was at the bottom of the stairs). Handing me the k