Emiri Henmi

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pulled the pants and underwear over his hips, kneeling to reach to his feet, and his rigid manhood sprang free. He stepped out of the pants and kicked them aside, his eyes still fastened on me. Still kneeling before him, I took his rod in one hand, cupping his balls with the other. My eyes twinkled at him as I bent my Emiri Henmi gallery lips to touch the tip of his manhood. His gasp of pleasure spurred me on, and I took the whole thing in my Emiri Henmi gallery mouth, running my tongue over the sensitive tip, running my hand up and down the length of it. As my Emiri Henmi gallery tongue caressed the tip, tasting the salty drops that glistened when I drew back to look at it, his breathing gre rougher. Finally he gasped, "Enough!" His fingers had tangled in my Emiri Henmi gallery hair and he roughly pulled my Emiri Henmi gallery head back and knelt down before me, kissing me searingly. I bright, hot flame shot through me as he pushed me backwards onto the rug, his hand roughly caressing my Emiri Henmi gallery breast, teasing the nipple to a hard point once again. I had roused him to the edge of passion, and he was no longer teasing me. Instead, his caresses grew rougher, and as my Emiri Henmi gallery passion mounted I welcomed him. He quickly untied the sweat pants and drew them, soaked already with my juices, off of me and threw them to the other side of the room. He lay over me, his mouth on my Emiri Henmi gallery breast, one hand caressing my hips, his hardness between my legs, seeking entrance. He raised himself over me, positioning himself, and then drove into me so hard that I gasped in surprise. My legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer as he drove into me. My breath came in harsh gasps as ...(cont.)

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