Aya Koike

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face snuggled into Kim's shoulder and Aya Koike lips against the side of her neck. Aya Koike hand was a constantly moving phantom under the comforter, gliding over Kim's ripe tits and lower, to the downy fuzz between Aya Koike thighs. Kim was stroking Emily's shoulders with one hand; the other rested protectively on Jerry's limp cock. The kitchen light clicked off. Connie lingered in the doorway for a moment, holding the tray with the three goblets, the chilled wine bottle and a mug of steaming tea. Aya Koike was wearing her oversized bathrobe against the coolness in the air. Aya Koike saw Kim's eyes open and her husband's face turned to her. Aya Koike smiled, savoring the sight of her three favorite people, all clumped together in Aya Koike living room. Connie's nipples were pebble-hard under the robe, and the temperature of the air had nothing to do with it. Aya Koike flashed on the memory of the first seduction with Kim, of the wild evening after their shopping spree, of the half-crazed orgy with Emily, of seeing Kimberly writhing and gasping as Jerry's big dick probed her, of watching Emily gorge herself on his fat cock... ...and Aya Koike thought about what she planned next and shivered. "Cold, honey?" Jerry asked. "Get over here and cuddle up." "I'm not cold," Aya Koike said softly. "But you can be sure I plan on He smiled and reached out with one long, well-muscled arm, the movement bringing the thick veins into relief against his smooth skin as he beckoned to her. He was sitting naked, cuddled with two of the sexiest women Aya Koike had ever imagined, and he was waving for her to come "Oh, look," Emily stage-whispered. "Rampant heterosexuality rears "That's all it's going to rear for the rest of this night," Jerry answered quickly, grinning. "You have turned my Aya Koike gallery reservoirs into Connie set the tray down, poured the wine and handed out the three ...(cont.)
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