Sex story with: Aya Misaki
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"Can we go in there?" He nodded toward the bedroom.
"Sure," Aya Misaki grinned. "As long as we don't rumple up my
friend's bed by mistake." Aya Misaki stood up and took him by the hand.
At the last moment, it occurred to Woody to grab his trousers,
which still had Harris's rubbers in the pocket. It was beginning
to look like that goon had been right about tonight after all.
Woody shut the bedroom door behind them. Susan did not turn
on the lamp, but there was a window, and it seemed to have
stopped snowing outside. Pale, silvery moonlight shone in a
shaft through the top pane, where the curtains were open. Susan
gestured toward one of the beds, and he sat down on it. She
immediately knelt down in front of him and reached for his penis.
Woody realized with a twinge of anxiety that it had gone soft
again already, but the feeling of Aya Misaki's fingers tugging gently at
it quickly reassured him that his hardness would soon return.
Suddenly he felt Aya Misaki's warm breath on his groin as well, and his
cock stiffened with a mighty surge. Even as it did so, Susan ran
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