Aika Miura

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stern expression of Aika Miura face. "Well, I should certainly hope so!" "And what have you been doing prior to our arrival?" Emily asked, a hint of a smile playing about Aika Miura lips. Connie stood hip-cocked, one arm hugging the opposite shoulder -- and, incidentally, with Aika Miura forearm cradling her firm breasts through the negligee -- braced Aika Miura other elbow in the crook of her arm and rested her chin on an extended finger. Aika Miura looked toward the ceiling. "Well, let's see...We had dinner at Four Seasons and went for a walk past his old apartment and then came home and I sucked his cock in the car and then I had him fuck me in the living room, standing up...right Aika Miura dropped her hands to her sides. "And, gosh, since then I've just been waiting hours for you to get here." "Someone is in a terribly silly mood tonight," Kimberly told Emily. They heard the shower stop and the three women looked at each other "I have never done anything like this before," Emily whispered. "Me, neither," added Kimberly. "I'm a little nervous." "So am I," Connie confessed, "and I've done this before...but not "Hey, honey!" Jerry yelled down the stairs. "What should I wear?" Kimberly stifled a giggle. "What should he wear to an orgy?" "Uh, just your jeans and that blue-and-green sport shirt," Connie ...(cont.)
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