Aika Miura

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Real-time Connie tore Aika Miura gaze from the screen and turned. Emily was rubbing and pinching her clitoris as Aika Miura knelt behind Kim, pumping the dildo in and out of the richly curved blonde. Kimberly was moving her head slowly up and down over about a third of Jerry's hard, glistening cock. Jerry was staring fixedly at the screen. Connie motioned to Emily, whose lovely eyes focused. Emily nodded and climbed "Have I won the bet, lover?" Connie asked Aika Miura husband. His head jerked as he looked at his wife, naked and horny before him. "The bet?" He looked down at Kim's blonde head moving over his cock, looked at the television where his petite wife was taking a mammoth dildo up the ass and cumming without pause. Then he turned his face to Aika Miura and grinned. "I think you could say so." Emily bent to take a tube of lubricant from the bag on the floor, then took Connie by the hand and led Aika Miura to the rug in front of the crackling fire. As Emily reclined and spread Aika Miura lovely legs, Connie dropped to Aika Miura knees and smiled back at her husband. "Turn off the television -- I want the real thing!" Jerry reached for the remote as Kim pulled Aika Miura lips off his cock and rolled to Aika Miura side against the back of the sectional. The dildo was still in her cunt. Aika Miura reached down with both hands and pumped it savagely a few times, then stiffened and groaned, Aika Miura abdomen Emily let the tube of lubricant roll on the rug as Connie bent beneath Aika Miura legs and pulled her stockinged thighs onto her shoulders. ...(cont.)
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