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As the wave subsided, Wendy allowed the 'jac's head to slip from Kumiko's drenched
lips. The juice was thicker than Kumiko Hayano had ever seen it, almost like putty; a
strand from the wad still running down Kumiko's throat extended out of Kumiko's open
mouth to the 'jac's discharge orifice, tenaciously hanging in midair, silvery
droplets running along it's length to the center point. Kumiko Hayano pulled the
strand to one side with Kumiko's tounge, shaking it; some of the running droplets
dislodged and began rappelling from the thickest line of jism to the floor on
little streaming trails of their own. Wendy closed Kumiko's lips and pulled Kumiko's
head back and the line finally broke. One end of the strand now was hanging
from the 'jac's head; the other swung backwards and contacted Wendy's
breast, sticking and forming a shiny little buttress from Kumiko's nipple to Kumiko's
chin. Carli looked hungrily at the residue on Wendy's body.
"May I?" Kumiko Hayano asked.
"Sure."
Carli moved over to Wendy and began licking the jism from Kumiko's face. Kumiko's
tounge circled the perimeter of Wendy's mouth and then dipped between Kumiko's
lips, scooping the s
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