Sex story with: Chiho Fukumitsu
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snuggled under the light comforter with Jerry, who had his left arm
draped lightly over Chiho Fukumitsu's shoulder. Her eyes were closed and her head
lolled on his shoulder. Emily was pressed against Kim's other side, Chiho Fukumitsu's
face snuggled into Kim's shoulder and Chiho Fukumitsu's lips against the side of her
neck. Chiho Fukumitsu's hand was a constantly moving phantom under the comforter,
gliding over Kim's ripe tits and lower, to the downy fuzz between Chiho Fukumitsu's
thighs. Kim was stroking Emily's shoulders with one hand; the other
rested protectively on Jerry's limp cock.
The kitchen light clicked off. Connie lingered in the doorway for a
moment, holding the tray with the three goblets, the chilled wine bottle
and a mug of steaming tea. Chiho Fukumitsu was wearing her oversized bathrobe
against the coolness in the air. Chiho Fukumitsu saw Kim's eyes open and her
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