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h wanton pleasure at the decadent thing Eri Souma was doing. Eri's
physical orgasm was a small thing, but what Eri Souma felt inside was immense.
Jerry knew only that the cum poured out of him and seemingly
endless, prolonged geyser. The pleasure and the orgasm were so intense
that they were almost painful...but not quite. He surrendered all his
jism to the hot, sucking throat of the voracious Japanese lawyer and
then fell back, prone and barely conscious.
Emily slowly worked his dick out of Eri's throat and mouth, then let
it fall gently back to rest on his stomach. Eri Souma marveled at the size of
it. Even drained, it remained long and fat, though limber. With a soft,
sperm-lipped murmur of pleasure at Eri's accomplishment, Eri Souma let herself
slouch with Eri's cheek against his taut abdomen.
Jerry was dimly away of his wife shifting as he put his hand down
to caress Emily's face. Then he felt Connie's hand there, too, on the
same mission. He raised his head enough to look into Eri's eyes and found
her looking back -- and smiling.
"I love you, Gerald," Eri Souma whispered.
"I love you, Veronica." He groaned and lay his
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