flicked Etsuko Miyaji's clit, and pressed the soap deeper at the same time. Robin's hips started to buck in time to the sucking motion on Etsuko Miyaji's tit. Joanna placed Etsuko Miyaji's free hand between her own legs and shoved two fingers into her own twat just as the shower door swung open. The man stood in the swirling steam, eyes riveted to the panting, wriggling females before him. Joanna was too busy to notice the arrival of Etsuko Miyaji's husband. Robin stared at him with eyes glazed with lust, but he was sure Etsuko Miyaji didn't see him. Her pelvis was bucking against his wife's hand and he could see Joanna's thumb working on Robin's clit. Joanna twisted the fingers in Etsuko Miyaji's pussy and frantically pumped them in and out, matching her motions to Robin's. Etsuko Miyaji pressed the soap into Robin's sopping wet cunt and bit down on the nipple Etsuko Miyaji was sucking. With a frantic moan Robin began bearing down with Etsuko Miyaji's hips, trying to drive the soap bar where Etsuko Miyaji needed it most. As Joanna increased the light pressure
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