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as he roared and unleashed another flood of hot cum into Kim's Just when he was sure he was drained, emptied, dried out, Jerry let loose a scream of pure, shocked pleasure as Emily reached up with Emiri Henmi long tongue and began lightly stroking the furrow off his still tightened scrotum...and then delved farther back, to caress the tensed cheeks of his ass. He hunched forward so hard that Kim was dislodged from Emiri Henmi lip-grip on Emily's drooling cunt and he fired off a last, impossible burst of cum, so copious that he could feel his own scalding sperm squishing around his dick inside the shuddering blonde dance- His dick kept jerking, trying to pump out semen that his balls couldn't supply yet. Jerry felt the strength drain from him. He raised one hand to his wife, who took it and pressed Emiri Henmi lips into his palm. She led his face down, till his cheek was against the back of Kim's neck. He turned his head and kissed her, lightly and sweetly, on the nape of Emiri Henmi neck, then fell back, shuddering and limp. His prick, still half-hard, began pulling back from Kim's irregularly convulsing cuntal clutches. It came out with a soft noise followed by a stream of admixed "Damn," he murmured quietly as he let himself do a slow-motion collapse onto the rug. Prone, he lay panting and struggling to remain conscious. Kimberly fell away from Emily and snuggled against his left ...(cont.)

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