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fantasy story of Moe Yamaguchi :
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erself starting Moe's orgasm as
she opened Moe's mouth preparatory to the inundation of semen - in other words,
before the man actually ejaculated. The trigger, though, was the actual
timing of the hot salty sperm striking Moe's lips, tongue or mouth. As the men
finished, and the number of them standing around waiting for their turns
diminished, Jessica began tiring as well. Moe Yamaguchi really hadn't had any solid
food for over 10 hours, and (wo)man does not live by cum alone. Finally the
last man shook his drained and empty penis over Moe's mouth and stepped away.
Moe's body was soaked in sweat. Moe's upper body, chest, and face were
likewise streaked and splattered with the odd bubble of sperm. Moe's labia
swelled red and pulsed quietly. Moe's breathing was shallow, fast, almost
labored. The lights slowly dimmed, and the last thing Moe Yamaguchi heard before Moe Yamaguchi
mercifully surrendered to unconsciousness was the voice on the speakers...
"Very good, Jessica. You're coming along ni
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