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tongue for all Aijin was worth, literally fucking my face. When Aijin finally
erupted, Aijin just sat there, sitting on top of my face, with my tongue buried
God, I was horney. I wanted to go so bad. But I was also totally helpless
He was wearing Aijin's favorite jeans, the old, faded ones that clung to his
legs and crotch. It was obvious that he was bare underneath them. The
sport-shirt was buttoned only halfway, revealing enough of his well-
and exclusive environment for couples only. The atmosphere and food
were only complimented by the other amenities such as masseuse, hot tub,
jacuzzi, and any type of water activity you could desire. In addition
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