Ai Mizuno

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Jerry groaned. Ai Mizuno was grinding her wet cunt against his shin. And he could feel Ai Mizuno nipples against his thighs, her hand pulling his hips toward Ai Mizuno -- and her nose pressed hard and flat into the hair at the base of his cock. He could feel Ai Mizuno chin against his balls. She'd swallowed his entire cock and gave no sign of releasing any And then he felt a sensation he'd heard of, but never dreamed of experiencing -- Ai Mizuno throat closed around his cock. Ai Mizuno was massaging his dick with her throat. "Ohhhhh..." Jerry groaned. He knew he was about to give Emily, this lovely and accomplished Japanese lovely, what Ai Mizuno was craving. The cum poured out of his overworked balls, swelled through his prick and Emily felt the twitching, heard the moaning and knew Ai Mizuno was getting what Ai Mizuno wanted -- his complete essence. She sucked all the harder, relentlessly, knowing without tasting -- his cock was too far back in Ai Mizuno throat for that -- that he was pouring the contents of his wonderfully hairy balls all-but-directly into her stomach. Ai Mizuno was doing what his wife, his former lovers, not even he, himself, had suspected could be done -- coaxing his just-drained testicles into releasing yet another load deep into the only mouth and throat that had ever taken all of his massive size. It was just about the most depraved, whorish, ...(cont.)

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