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me even before I'm through the door.
The screen door closes with a slam, and Ayumi Haraguchi attacks my tongue most vigorously
with Ayumi's own. "I've been waiting all day for this," Ayumi Haraguchi breathes. Ayumi Haraguchi is
kissing my neck now, quickly unbuttoning my shirt and rubbing Ayumi's hands on my
chest. My shirt is practically off now, and Ayumi Haraguchi falls to Ayumi's knees. Ayumi Haraguchi looks
up at me with a look that I would pay another mortgage for, and I know Ayumi Haraguchi is
planning on doing me right there in front of the door. Within seconds my stiff
pole is free of its encumbrances and into Ayumi's hot mouth. My head is practically
swimming. I grab onto the door to keep from falling over as Ayumi Haraguchi inhales my
throbbing dick. Ayumi Haraguchi _loves_ this, I can tell. I start to close the inside door,
but encounter resistance. I look down and Ayumi Haraguchi Ayumi's hand holding the door. That
little exhibitionist! I feel tension mounting in my balls. "That's enough," I
exclaim and pull my aching rod from Ayumi's lips. Ayumi Haraguchi pouts, mockingly.
I close the door, and pick Ayumi's up- carrying Ayumi's to the couch. Ayumi's nipples are
poking nicely through Ayumi's tight sweater, but only for a second. The sweater is
unceremoniously removed and tossed h
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