Ai Hiyoshi

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from Ai Hiyoshi lip-grip on Emily's drooling cunt and he fired off a last, impossible burst of cum, so copious that he could feel his own scalding sperm squishing around his dick inside the shuddering blonde dance- His dick kept jerking, trying to pump out semen that his balls couldn't supply yet. Jerry felt the strength drain from him. He raised one hand to his wife, who took it and pressed Ai Hiyoshi lips into his palm. She led his face down, till his cheek was against the back of Kim's neck. He turned his head and kissed her, lightly and sweetly, on the nape of Ai Hiyoshi neck, then fell back, shuddering and limp. His prick, still half-hard, began pulling back from Kim's irregularly convulsing cuntal clutches. It came out with a soft noise followed by a stream of admixed "Damn," he murmured quietly as he let himself do a slow-motion ...(cont.)
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