Akira Fubuki

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felt his long, piston smooth cock buck in Akira Fubuki belly, Betsy knew what he was going to do to her! Obscene, frightening and exciting memories how her mother looked as Akira Fubuki bucked and squealed under the pressure of this man's big cock assaulted Akira Fubuki and Betsy didn't know if Akira Fubuki wanted to scream or beg for mercy! Betsy moaned and shook. The naked little girl desperately clamped down on the fat cock that was moving inside of her. If she could make him cum now Akira Fubuki wouldn't have to let him...do that to But the big man was in complete control of the situation. He groaned as the child's tight sheath pulled and milked at his big cock, but he gave no sign that he couldn't hold back. Betsy's last hope died when Akira Fubuki felt another fat finger force its way into Akira Fubuki and lay wriggling beside the other in the hot, sucking grip of Akira Fubuki forbidden asshole! "I want your cherry, honey," Dave grated in Betsy's ear. "I'm going to fuck your tight little and you're going to yell but you'll There was nothing Akira Fubuki could do, Betsy knew it. Cold, numbing fear immobilized Akira Fubuki and the naked little girl couldn't resist when she felt Dave slowly begin to pull his thick wedge of flesh out of her clinging, silken pussy. A finger tip found, then pressed hard against Akira Fubuki tiny clitoris as the big tube of flesh left her and Betsy was reduced to a shuddering, moaning orgasm. "Uhuuuuuooo, don't...please, you'll hurt me," Betsy managed to whisper as the lube slick head of Dave's big prick slid up and down between the firm little cheeks of Akira Fubuki ass, wetting and lubricating "Shhhhhh, don't worry," Dave hissed in Akira Fubuki ear. At the same moment the man's finger began a wobbling, circular motion around ...(cont.)
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