Sex story with: Emiko Maki
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into semi-consciousness from Emiko Maki's orgasm. Connie raised her head and
tried to speak. Emiko Maki's voice wouldn't work.
"Oh, yeah, yeah...so deep...can't tell where your bitch and Emiko Maki end and I start...
soooo goooood..." Emiko Maki babbled softly. She didn't have the strength to
hold her head up any longer. Emiko Maki lowered her face to Emily's soaked
snatch just as Kim crawled forward over the nearly comatose Japanese
woman. The dildo was still hanging from Emily's cunt. It came to rest
wetly on Emily's slack face and thick hair when Kim pushed Emiko Maki's clitoris
down to Emily's lips. Connie saw Emily's nostrils flare at Kim's aroma
and then that amazing tongue was snaking its way upward to find and
massage Kimberly's bright red clitoris.
Jerry began move inside Connie.
"Oh, shit!" Connie yelped. "Fuck! OH FUCK!"
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