Akira Fubuki

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time before its beginning, couldn't imagine the time after its end; it was a forever orgasm, unending and a time unto itself. And it seemed perpetual, consuming, possessing. Akira Fubuki came and came and came, harder and harder, dimly aware of the components: his big cock throbbing inside her, his hand holding Akira Fubuki ankles, his hand pressing her abdomen, her clitoris quivering, Akira Fubuki nipples responding to molecule of air. And then Akira Fubuki became aware of his prick motionless inside her. No, not motionless -- no longer plunging, but not motionless. It was throbbing, spasming. Akira Fubuki could feel his balls, tight and heavy against her upturned little ass, jerking. Akira Fubuki could feel his hot semen spraying and splashing inside her, feel Akira Fubuki cunt stretching with each swelling and explosion. Akira Fubuki could feel him cumming inside her cumming cunt and it all went higher and brighter until Akira Fubuki had become a single, quivering nerve, a gigantic clitoris -- cumming. He finally sagged above Akira Fubuki and slowly, almost gracefully, rolled her into his arms as he slid onto his back, panting like a marathon runner. His shriveling prick was still trapped in the yet-spasming slickness of her cunt and Akira Fubuki let herself coat his flesh with hers as "My darling," Akira Fubuki whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear. "My darling, "You're the only one I'll ever need. I may want others, ...(cont.)
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