Ami Sakuragi

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There was a wait for a table and the trio went to wait in the bar. Robin led them to a tall table with three stools partially hidden by bushy plants in one corner of the bar. It was some distance from the lights and cloaked in shadows. Few people in the busy bar would be able to see what happened at that table. Joanna looked around Ami Sakuragi with trepidation. Surely not here! Yes, here! Immediately, behind the bush Ami Sakuragi was bent over the thigh high table and Ami Sakuragi skirt was lifted. Questing fingers shoved themselves into Ami Sakuragi prepared anal passage and worked back and forth in Ami Sakuragi hole. The buzz of conversation continued as though nothing was happening to her. Someone would come, a waitress would be here soon to get their drinks and still those fingers worked in Ami Sakuragi backdoor. A second set of fingers joined them. Both of them were working on Ami Sakuragi asshole, displaying her pale, welted ass and bound state to anyone who walked by. She felt Ami Sakuragi pussy begin to drip. Four fingers were in her hole. She was pulled upright, at least two fingers still in Ami Sakuragi asshole just as the waitress walked up to their table. Joanna stood, knees bent, Ami Sakuragi back to Robin, and gave her order in a quavering voice. All the while Robin's fingers were busy in Ami Sakuragi asshole, working in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in time with the The waitress gave Joanna a strange look as Ami Sakuragi eyes glazed over, and Ami Sakuragi blushed. The full skirt and Joanna's position against Robin and the bush hid most of the activity, but the girl knew something was going on with the woman in red. The waitress left and Robin jerked Ami Sakuragi fingers from Joanna's pucker. "Join me in the ladies room, Joanna." Robin phrased it as a demand. Joanna followed Ami Sakuragi tormentress to the women's bathroom. ...(cont.)
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