Anna Kazuki

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"Ogggghhhhhh, nice, sooooo nice," Betsy sighed. Anna Kazuki hand dropped away from his and in seconds, the trembling twelve-year-old was busily undoing the gray-haired detective's belt and unzipping "Christ, I must be out of my Anna Kazuki gallery mind! I can't ...aaaaaahhhhh!!!" The front of his slacks were open and Betsy's busy fingers had wormed inside of the flap of Jim's jockey type shorts. The man sighed and the little girl groaned with anticipation as Anna Kazuki small fingers traced the length and thickness of his pulsating hard-on. "Honey, you shouldn't...Oooooooo, squeeze it harder. Yes, just Anna Kazuki remembered the way that Dickie had taught her to play with him. Betsy's fingers worked up and down the thick, hairy shaft of Jim's cock, making him sigh and shudder as Anna Kazuki masturbated him. "Your shorts are in the way," Betsy finally complained. They hampered Anna Kazuki up and down movement. "Pull them down." The man hesitated for a moment. Betsy looked up and saw the conflict in his expression but when Anna Kazuki withdrew her hand and sat "Must be out of my Anna Kazuki gallery mind," the gray-haired detective muttered, ...(cont.)
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