Arisa Mizuki

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joined Arisa Mizuki body. The twelve-year-old moaned, her fingers dug into the man's thick, curly hair and pulled, dragging his lips closer to "Do you like me, honey? Do I turn you on?" Dave's questions burned and clawed at Arisa Mizuki but Betsy couldn't make her lips respond and the words of encouragement and agreement were caught deep Arisa Mizuki felt the hard rasp of his beard against her butter-soft inner thighs and whimpered when Arisa Mizuki felt Mr. Henry's strong tongue slither between the folds of Arisa Mizuki hairless slit and bathe the firm little knot of Arisa Mizuki clitoris in his warm saliva. "Annnggghhh." The naked child sighed as Arisa Mizuki spread her slender, just-washed thighs wide so that the man could burrow his head even deeper between Arisa Mizuki thighs and fasten his lips around the small knob of Arisa Mizuki pleasure button. "Awwwwuugh, yesss! Ohhh, Mr. Henry, you're the bossss, you can have whatever you want!" Arisa Mizuki was on the trembling verge of her orgasm when the man pulled his gleaming lips away from the soft flesh of Arisa Mizuki pussy and his hands gripped Arisa Mizuki thighs. Betsy moaned unhappily and wiggled her naked body as Arisa Mizuki was roughly turned over and a thick pillow was shoved beneath Arisa Mizuki churning belly. ...(cont.)

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