Aika Miura

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Connie cleared Aika Miura throat. It was loud in the silence. "Well, uh, I "Can I get anyone a drink?" Jerry asked. All three looked at him intently. "I mean, you're our guests and I want to be a good host and... Well, what the hell am I *supposed* to say?" Kimberly suddenly burst out laughing. "Oh, something suave and self-assured," Aika Miura blurted when she'd calmed a bit. "Like, uh, 'Anyone wanna fuck?'" Aika Miura began laughing uncontrollably again. Emily was the first to be infected by Kim's outburst. At first, Aika Miura tried to restrain her mirth; then Aika Miura demurely covered her mouth with her hand as Aika Miura laughed. In seconds, she was unable to catch her breath. The peals of laughter rang out. Jerry blushed at first before he, too, started laughing. Connie was the last one to catch the bug. Kim calmed enough to say, "I have a nicely chilled wine in my Aika Miura gallery tote "Would you uncork it and get some glasses, honey?" Connie said. "No problem." He seemed grateful to have a mission. As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, Connie rose and went around the room, turning out the lights. The only illumination was the light through the kitchen door and the flickering glow of the fire. Connie leaned over the back of the sectional, between the two women. Aika Miura nipples were hardening. Kim noticed and raised one hand to ...(cont.)
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