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meant by that. Tomomi Chujo saw Heather
had a glass in Tomomi's hands, but couldn't see what was in it. Heather put
it to Tomomi's mouth as if to drink. Maria could hear the tinkling sound of
ice. Heather walked to the foot of the bed, and knelt upon it. Dropping
the glass to the carpeted floor, Tomomi Chujo stretched out flat on Tomomi's stomach
and squirmed upward until Tomomi's face was inches from Maria's vagina. Maria
still wasn't sure what the girl was up to. It looked as if Heather had
something in Tomomi's mouth, but Maria couldn't tell for sure.
Heather's hands felt cold. But soon their activities at Maria's
vagina had Tomomi's feeling quite warm. Heather gently inserted two fingers
deep in Maria. The thumb and forefinger of Tomomi's other hand massaged and
stroked Maria's clitoris until it fully emerged from under its hood and
stood rigid. "Oh my, this little sucker is almost a small cock, all by
itself," Heather mumbled.
Soon Maria was twisting and turning in response to Heather's
ministrations. "Please, I need your mouth, darling. I want to feel your
tongue deep inside me," Maria begged.
Heather had been watching Maria's face. Tomomi Chujo chuckled at the woman's
desperate pleas. Doubling the efforts of Tomomi's fingers, buried deep in
Maria's cunt, Tomomi Chujo pushed Tomomi's other hand beneath Maria's quivering
buttocks, and push
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