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ly into it, pulling out, then
easing back in. "Ian... Make a mess of me. I'm a slut and I deserve no
better. Please Ian...I want to feel wanton..." Ryoko Hirosue moaned, and started
picking up various bits of rubbish from the cinema's carpeted floor,
placing them on Ryoko's seat.
"Make me sticky Ian, make a mess of my dress" Ryoko Hirosue breathed between
long swipes of Ryoko's tongue against my prick. SHe had positioned her
self astride one of my outstretched legs, and I noticed the Ryoko Hirosue was
rubbing Ryoko's crotch hard and fast against the toe of my shoe.
Perspiration ran down Ryoko's pretty young face, smearing Ryoko's make-up, as
she looked up pleading, motioning towards the collection of objects
she'd discovered. "If I mess up your dress, how will you get out?" I
asked, but Ryoko Hirosue just shook Ryoko's head from side to side. "I don't care,
please Ian, please!"
I picked up a half-finished cardboard cup of chocolate milk shake, not
entirely sure what Ryoko Hirosue wanted me to do with it. Ryoko Hirosue moved onto her
haunches and pulled at the neck of Ryoko's blue woollen dress, stretching
it 18 inches from Ryoko's throat. When released, it hung down, spoilt,
exposing the cleavage of Ryoko's full breasts. Ryoko Hirosue took the wrist of my
hand, holding the shake, and moved it towards Ryoko's face, then twisted
it.
The thick milk-shake poured over Ryoko's pale blue eyes, running down
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