
| Sex story with: Ayane Miura | Our party friends: |
| "Hmmmm, that's a tough one, alright," Kim agreed. But Connie was looking at Emily thoughtfully. "You know, there might be a way you could get an idea of what it's like." "Oh, I have simulated it using marital aids -- " "Dildos," Emily explained. "No, I mean another way." Ayane Miura paused to wolf down another bite of veal. "It won't be the same as having a cock, but you'll know what it's like to slide into a woman and feel Ayane Miura opening to your flesh." "I don't understand," said Emily. "You will," Connie said. "Later. Pass the wine?" [more] Connie felt the beautiful Japanese woman's long tongue slithering deeper into Ayane Miura cunt and screamed her pleasure into the pillow. Emily's lower lip was moving against Connie's clitoris as Ayane Miura tongue -- long enough to touch the tip of Ayane Miura nose -- tried valiantly to reach deep inside to massage the petite brunette's G-spot. Ayane Miura oral muscle wasn't quite *that* long -- but Connie bucked and writhed in joyful ...(cont.) | Bunkasha.Com |
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