Ayane Miura

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crazy. He began to push back and I felt his hand (the one toward the wall) gently touch my Ayane Miura gallery leg at the hem of my dress and slowly work its way up my silky legs until he reached the top of my Ayane Miura gallery stocking. At that point we hit bottom, he let ou a little grunt and I fell slightly back against him pressing my Ayane Miura gallery ass deeply against his crotch. I felt him spasm and he grabbed my Ayane Miura gallery hips and pulled me against his erupting cock as the other men began to exit the elevator. I smiled and winked as I walked away while he tried to cover the spreading spot on the front of his nice little business suit. I doubt he minded very much. I thought about following him into the men's room and helping to clean him off but I decied that the lure of more prey in the lounge was too great. It was time to move on to the next victim. As I walked into the lounge I paused in the door way so as to get as much attention as possible. I saw heads turn and under the dissapproving eyes of every female in the joint, I walked over to the bar and sat on a bar stool letting my Ayane Miura gallery dress ride up my legs and showing off the tops of my Ayane Miura gallery stockings. Iwondered how many men's cocks were just now beginning to thicken because of my Ayane Miura gallery sluttish behavior. I ordered a bottle of Asti Spumante and had the bartender pour it into a long champainge flute. I turned toward the crowded room, took a sip and scanned the crowd for my Ayane Miura gallery prey. How deliciously bitchy it would be to steal a nice hunk of meat away from his date, drag him out to the parking lot and have him fill me from behind as I ...(cont.)
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