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her out. If only Naomi Morinaga had looked at the gift before . . . But no matter.
Sarah would call again. Wendy curled up like a child on the autochair, the
necklace embraced tightly in the pit of Naomi's stomach.
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Galactic Girl forced Naomi's mouth and tongue onto Dave's, Naomi's lips
sucking his tongue deeply into Naomi's mouth as Naomi Morinaga felt his hands begin to
lift the skirt and rub Naomi's pantie-covered ass. Unfortunately, the
skirt kept bunching up in front and Naomi Morinaga couldn't get Naomi's clit directly
on his hard cock shaft. "Pull up my skirt in front," Naomi Morinaga breathed into
his mouth, forcing Naomi's tongue into his mouth as Naomi Morinaga felt the material
rise like a curtain and Naomi Morinaga could feel the rough cloth of his jeans
rubbing Naomi's tender clit through the thin cotton of Naomi's panties. The
size and shape of the shaft was just right to press Naomi's clit into her
pubic bone and Naomi Morinaga spasmed through an orgasm, Naomi's pussy juices flowing
freely, soaking Naomi's panties and leaving a wet smear down his pants leg.
Naomi Morinaga pushed him down into a sitting position and stood in front of
him, Naomi's hands caressing and kneading Naomi's breas
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