Ayaka Satonka

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wall clock -- almost seven. Ayaka Satonka forced herself to stop pacing in front of the large sectional upon which Kim was nervously sitting. Ayaka Satonka glanced at Kim and again marveled at the lust her young lover could inspire in her. Kim was wearing only the enormously oversized Arrow shirt. It was tailored for a man -- a very big man. But it barely contained the richly rolling swells of Kim's magnificent tits. The flash of Ayaka Satonka long, bare legs beneath it led her thoughts to dwell on what lay at their juncture and Ayaka Satonka felt her juices trickling in response. "I feel kind of funny about doing this here, too," Kim said. "Not me," Connie said happily. I've dreamed of this!" Impulsively, she bent and kissed Kimberly's forehead, brushing one hand through the luxuriant mass of Ayaka Satonka rich hair. "But won't your husband mind?" Connie took Kim's face in both hands and kissed Ayaka Satonka softly on the lips. "I told you, honey -- Jerry and I talked about this and he said the only way to find out is to try it out." And with Jerry out of town for the night -- he was addressing a seminar in Rochester -- the timing couldn't have been better. It was an experiment -- the first time either of them had brought a lover to their home. Both women tensed at the sound of the car pulling up outside. Connie straightened and stepped back. "Do I look okay?" Ayaka Satonka pirouetted "You look yummy." And it was true. Connie was wearing a pair of designer jeans that molded themselves to Ayaka Satonka taut ass and trim legs. Her blouse was a pale blue, loose and simply cut and light in weight. And when Ayaka Satonka was standing sideways in front of a light, her firm breasts were clearly silhouetted in it. Connie smiled at Kim, then went to the door. Ayaka Satonka opened it and beckoned to the woman standing at the base of the steps. Emily smiled warmly and gracefully came up to the door. ...(cont.)
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