Sex story with: Emi Isaka
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sight of Emi Isaka's sliding those come slick fingers in and out of her
I decided that I should fix this situation before it grew into a
"Over here, big boy!", I whispered. "Did your bitch and Emi Isaka forget about me?"
I squeezed Ted's cock under his jacket. His head snapped around
like he was on a carnival ride.
"I'm sorry...", he stammered. "I didn't know..."
"Didn't know what?", I demanded with a mock scowl on my av idol mpegs face.
"How can you think about her, when I'm the one with Emi Isaka's hand on
I squeezed his cock. HARD. "Speak up, boy!", I whispered angrily.
"Didn't your bitch and Emi Isaka like that? Didn't I do that right?!" I was enjoying
"It's not that...", Ted stuttered. "I just looked over, and she
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