Arisa Mizuki

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don't care at this point. I poise myself above her, guides my Arisa Mizuki gallery erection with one hand, and plunges it home deep within her vagina. Arisa Mizuki does scream now, and tries to buck me off. My hips move, pinning Arisa Mizuki to the bed. I slap Arisa Mizuki again. Once. Twice. Her head whips back and forth across the pillow. As I thrust my cock deep within her, Arisa Mizuki begins to respond. Her hips move to meet my awesome thrusts, and Arisa Mizuki moves them from side to side. My left hand closes on Arisa Mizuki breast, my fingers wrap themselves around distended nipple. My right hand seeks Arisa Mizuki mouth and explores it, attacking her tongue as Arisa Mizuki moans. My mouth fastens upon her remaining breast. I bite the nipple, and suck it deep within my Arisa Mizuki gallery mouth. My cock pounds into Arisa Mizuki pussy. My fingers roll her tongue around in her mouth. My other hand squeezes the bare breast and twists the nipple between cruelly. I fuck her. And, Arisa Mizuki fucks me back. The erogenous centers of her mind, freed of all inhibitions by the drugs, responds as Arisa Mizuki has always desired--and repressed. Climaxes rise and merge, and release simultaneously. I arch my Arisa Mizuki gallery back and look down on the bound beauty as our climaxes wash over them. Slack jawed, slack faced, unconscious, and utterly desirable, Arisa Mizuki lies beneath me. I fall forward on her, spent at * * * TAKEN BY STORM ...(cont.)

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