Akira Kiuchi

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she tensed to lift herself, Akira Kiuchi was clenching her cunt down on his cock and -- BOOM! -- she'd be cumming again. He pulled Akira Kiuchi down against his chest. His chest hairs scraped her nipples, adding to her arousal. Akira Kiuchi slobbered on the side of his neck and his shoulder, incoherent sounds of sheer pleasure escaping Akira Kiuchi lips. Beneath her, Jerry was hunching his hips up at Akira Kiuchi while his hand, clamped over Akira Kiuchi small, hard ass, pumped her atop him. It seemed to Connie as if the orgasms never completely stopped, now; they diminished occasionally, but -- like ocean waves -- never completely faded. Suddenly, Jerry was rolling Akira Kiuchi onto her back, then cranking her legs, so slim and limber, up and back -- farther -- farther -- farther, till her calves were almost behind her ears. Akira Kiuchi felt her quim contracting on him, shortening. When he was poised above her, his powerful torso supported on his outstretched arms, Akira Kiuchi felt as if she were being skewered. Skewer- screwed, Akira Kiuchi thought. Skrewered. "Skrewered," Akira Kiuchi mumbled, gasping as he began to sink into her. She felt unbelievably full. Akira Kiuchi could watch her own abdomen bulge as his fat, hard dick pushed deeper and deeper into her. "Skewer-screwed," Akira Kiuchi whispered. "Skrewered." He bottomed out inside her. Akira Kiuchi thought his knob must be somewhere in the vicinity of Akira Kiuchi duodenum. Maybe her larynx. Her tummy convulsed as the orgasms began rising through Akira Kiuchi again. He pulled back slowly and held himself above her, suspended on hands and toes so the only points of contact were the backs of Akira Kiuchi thighs against stomach and Akira Kiuchi filled-to-bursting cunt. ...(cont.)

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