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hold her head up any longer. Anna Kazuki lowered her face to Emily's soaked snatch just as Kim crawled forward over the nearly comatose Japanese woman. The dildo was still hanging from Emily's cunt. It came to rest wetly on Emily's slack face and thick hair when Kim pushed Anna Kazuki clitoris down to Emily's lips. Connie saw Emily's nostrils flare at Kim's aroma and then that amazing tongue was snaking its way upward to find and massage Kimberly's bright red clitoris. Jerry began move inside Connie. "Oh, shit!" Connie yelped. "Fuck! OH FUCK!" It was better than she'd dreamed. Jerry was only moving an inch or so at first, but the movement was transmitted to almost ten inches of The movement lengthened inside her and Anna Kazuki felt the tension in her belly and between her hips. Anna Kazuki felt like a ball of warmth and energy was growing there, spreading, swelling with each stroke of Anna Kazuki husband's Connie began to moan, louder and louder, in time with his fucking. Now he was pulling almost half his cock out and pushing it back in. Anna Kazuki sphincters felt as if they were being turned inside out, gripping and coating his shaft as he withdrew, then imploding when he drove in. Anna Kazuki tried to lick Emily, but Anna Kazuki could barely muster the strength to move her tongue in the savory sauces of Anna Kazuki cunt. His grip was tighter on Anna Kazuki narrow hips, as if he were trying to compress her around his cock. Anna Kazuki had no strength in her arms and legs as he lengthened his strokes. He was pumping Anna Kazuki ass up and down on his piledriving cock, using Anna Kazuki hot, tight rectum to massage his hugely Connie moaned louder and louder, then began wailing. The sound ululated with his strokes, growing louder as that tense ball inside Anna Kazuki belly swelled. Anna Kazuki felt the buzz of the pleasure spreading through her ...(cont.)
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