Aya Koike

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I could feel Aya Koike coming on my finger as I released myself to my own orgasm. We came as one, lying on the floor of my Aya Koike gallery closet, the sweat streaming out of our pores and the come pouring into our "Damn, that was good..." Jeannie rubbed my Aya Koike gallery clit gently, knowing how sensitive it was. "You took advantage of me, girl..." "Yeah? Well then what's this?" I replied. Pulling Aya Koike juice covered hand from between my legs. I licked Aya Koike hand from palm to fingertip, and then returned it to it's warm spot. We laughed and hugged each other tightly. Jeannie finally ran into the shower and I looked for something Aya Koike could wear. It When I got out of the shower, Jeannie already had on the outfit I'd picked for her. It was a dress, similar to my Aya Koike gallery leather one, only made of soft, acid washed denim. Pearl snaps, in lieu of buttons ran the entire length of the front, and accented the pockets and sleeves. Aya Koike was stunning with her blond hair She'd left the top four pearl snaps undone, and I could tell she was following my Aya Koike gallery lead, at least with the bra...I still had a Her eyes strayed over my nakedness as I dried my hair. Aya Koike grin ...(cont.)
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