Akira Fubuki

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it happened! In spite of the revulsion Akira Fubuki felt, the little brunette's excitement didn't die away. It even grew stronger!! Betsy's legs were shaking as Akira Fubuki rolled her hips harder and strained to see every obscene detail of what was happening. She could see the lady's pretty face in profile and watched as her ovaled lips slid up and down on the man's erect cock. In the dim light, Akira Fubuki could see the prick glisten wetly as the lady nursed on it. The pretty little girl's heart was hammering in Akira Fubuki chest and she was so close to her own climax that Akira Fubuki didn't see the door open or hear the footsteps behind her, until it was way too late!! The man on the seat was groaning, his head fell back against the padded seat and he began to make frantic thrusts. He had one hand on top of the lady's head and held it down while he came. Betsy gasped and shook when Akira Fubuki imagined all that white mess shooting in Akira Fubuki own mouth and was about to have her own little orgasm when a voice breathed in Akira Fubuki ear. "You shouldn't be playing around watching other people," the voice said quietly. "You're just lucky that I'm the one who caught you or you'd be fired before you even got started." The shocked little usherette whirled away from the wooden armrest. Akira Fubuki slender body was shrieking with protest and demanding that last few hard thrusts that it would take Akira Fubuki to climax. Before her, the humiliated little girl saw the head usher, a tall, handsome boy named Rick. The look Akira Fubuki saw in his snapping eyes sent a charge of excitement and fear through her. Rick paused and took a long look over Betsy's shoulder, then, grinning, he took hold of Akira Fubuki arm and, pushing her ahead of him, started hurrying down the aisle toward the door that led backstage. ...(cont.)
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