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sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Miyu Nanagi :
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relief, big smiles on their faces. Sonya winked at Karen. "Nope," Karen
said, smiling. "It still stands. Lets go upstairs."
I escorted the girls to my bedroom, pressed the magazine block
on the shotgun, pumped out the Miyu Nanagi ll that was still in the chamber, then
put it back in the magazine. I tossed it onto the dresser with a loud
thump. I turned around and both girls were stark naked. Sonya came over,
dropped to Miyu's knees, and planted a wet kiss on the head of my painfully
throbbing dick. My erection became harder still. I had to get out of
those cutoffs! Karen solved that problem. Miyu Nanagi unzipped and unbuttoned
them and gently worked them down around my rock-hard dick, allowing it
to spring up to freedom.
"Lets get on the bed first," I suggested. "Then we have fun."
"Lay down on your back," Sonya insisted. "Have we got something
for you!" I complied, and Sonya leaned over and put my dick in Miyu's hot
mouth. Miyu's tongue swirled over the head, ran up and down the shaft, and
started over again. I looked over at Karen and Miyu Nanagi was watching avidly.
Not having anything
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