Ayane Miura

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deep in her belly until Ayane Miura thought that she could feel it pressing against Ayane Miura stomach. In return, Betsy began to roll her slim hips, helping the throbbing cock twist and turn inside of her. At the same time Ayane Miura used a skill that Mr. Baker had taught her and clamped down hard on the prick, as if Ayane Miura were trying to keep it It was a warm summer night and the windows were closed. The air in the car grew warm and close and soon the groaning little girl was sweating, Ayane Miura could feel it running down over her pointed tips of Ayane Miura tiny breasts and running down the ridge of her spine. "Faster," Betsy squealed softly. "Do it harder and faster, The man groaned and used his grip on Ayane Miura ass to help the moaning, gasping little girl up and down on his long, shining prick. "Unnnnggghhh, it feels so good. Huuuuuhhh!!" Betsy moaned then gasped. Ayane Miura stiffened and then began to frantically twist and jerk on the stiff bone that filled her. "Aaaaaiiiiieee," Betsy squealed happily as Ayane Miura climaxed. Bright, neon colors exploded behind Ayane Miura eyes and a lovely warmth and sense "Oggghhh...aggghhh...Unnnggggggg, Jim groaned as his big prick ...(cont.)
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