Aika Miura

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skirt hung at Aika Miura ankles, her uniform top was loosened and had been rolled up over her belly so that from the waist down Aika Miura was naked. "You want some of that, don't you?" Rick's question stung and burned in Betsy's brain. The pretty little girl shuddered as Aika Miura watched the man on the screen increase the pace and cruelly slam the little girl down on his blood hard "You need the feel of a prick, I know you do," the handsome Rick's fingers pressed in between Aika Miura own slender thighs and the girl spread them as wide as Aika Miura could, hampered only by the wadded clothing that still clung around Aika Miura ankles. Rick's forefinger found the lube slick lips of Aika Miura own hairless little sex and while Betsy watched the other man fuck the little girl, the finger sank deep into Aika Miura newly opened love sheath. A long, shuddering sigh oozed out of the little girl's mouth and her hips began a shameless wiggling as Aika Miura worked the tight mouth of Aika Miura pussy around the finger, clamping down on it as if it was a long, slender prick working in and out of her. "Ooooohhhhh, I can feel that old Newt has been busy," Rick breathed in surprise. "He fucked you! He broke your cherry didn't Aika Miura didn't want to tell him. It was private and personal, but ...(cont.)
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