Akira Fubuki

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His eyes seemed to reflect a new awareness as they swept over my half naked tits, and his cock was once again at full staff, straining against the confines of his golf slacks. "Sorry, Jack." I said, getting up from my Akira Fubuki gallery chair to stand in front of him. "I must have dosed off for a minute" I kept my Akira Fubuki gallery eyes focused on his hard bulge long enough to make certain he saw me, then slowly moved my Akira Fubuki gallery eyes up to meet his. He swallowed nervously, but didn't move away. "I've got a twelve o'clock tee time. I gotta run." Jack said softly. His eyes kept flicking back and forth between my Akira Fubuki gallery eyes I figured 'what the hell' and stretched my Akira Fubuki gallery arms over my head as I looked deeply into his eyes, stretching broadly. I pretended to massage the back of my Akira Fubuki gallery neck, which caused my tits to stretch the fabric covering them almost to the bursting point! I held that pose as his eyes drank in the sight. "I guess I'm still a little sleepy" I said innocently. "Well, Happy Birthday sweetie" he said. "I'm sorry I've got to run, but I'm sure you'd rather hang out with your friends today "Not necessarily..." I needled softly. "But you have a good game. I'll see you when you get home. We'll be going out tonight so you won't have to worry about dinner. Celebrating the I stepped closer and moved like I was fixing his collar and "Okay, then have some fun. I'll see you around five." Jack leaned to kiss me goodbye, and I moved closer. I tipped my Akira Fubuki gallery head ...(cont.)
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