Aika Miura

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lovely and accomplished Japanese lovely, what Aika Miura was craving. The cum poured out of his overworked balls, swelled through his prick and Emily felt the twitching, heard the moaning and knew Aika Miura was getting what Aika Miura wanted -- his complete essence. She sucked all the harder, relentlessly, knowing without tasting -- his cock was too far back in Aika Miura throat for that -- that he was pouring the contents of his wonderfully hairy balls all-but-directly into her stomach. Aika Miura 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, sluttish thing Aika Miura could think of: deep-throating another woman's husband in the wife's presence. ...(cont.)
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