Aika Miura

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mid-thigh. I couldn't see what Aika Miura was doing, but I could still smell Aika Miura private aroma, and that maintained my flagging erection. Aika Miura slid a footstool beneath my chin, lifting my head so I could see the slit in Aika Miura panties and smell the juices that were already gathered there. As Aika Miura slid forward, I stretched my tongue out to meet her, finding her hot and wet inside. Aika Miura gripped my head as I kissed and licked, and ran trails with Aika Miura nails around my ears, the back of my Aika Miura gallery neck, my armpits, each nail leaving a trace I could feel as clearly as reading a map. I felt something toying with the head of my penis -- Aika Miura had stretched her legs and gripped me with her toes. Now Aika Miura pulled slightly away from my face, and I had to stretch my head and tongue to reach her, as Aika Miura braced her hands on my shoulders and began working me with Aika Miura feet. I could not hold off, but as I began to shoot I felt Aika Miura begin her own spasms around Aika Miura bent her knee, bringing one foot onto the stool, her toes ...(cont.)
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