Chiaki Mizushima

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He grinned, looked down into his crotch, nodded and said, "I sure enough do." Chiaki Mizushima half-rose to look down at the tent in his crotch, then "Wow. I guess your sex drive is sated for a couple of days." "Are you kidding? I was sitting in a puddle all the way home, just thinking about what we better be doing ten minutes after I got here." He looked at his wristwatch. "That only gives us two minutes to get Chiaki Mizushima stood and began peeling off her clothes, which didn't take long as Chiaki Mizushima hadn't bothered with underwear. She let the clothing lay where it fell and stepped naked to his side. Chiaki Mizushima bent and unzipped his jeans, fished his cock out of his boxer shorts and straddled him. Chiaki Mizushima began bending Chiaki Mizushima knees, fitting the fat, flaring head of his cock into her swampy slit. The look of pleasure on his face sent a thunderclap of joy through her and they both groaned as Chiaki Mizushima settled all the way down onto his big dick. His hands came up to cup Chiaki Mizushima tight little ass cheeks as she began rocking on his prick. He ducked his head to suck on one lovely nipple and Chiaki Mizushima felt the contractions already beginning in her cunt. And as Chiaki Mizushima posted and rode him to her second orgasm, she began telling him in great and vivid detail what Chiaki Mizushima wanted for their Chiaki Mizushima would wait till they were in the bedroom before telling him about Emily -- and the phone call Chiaki Mizushima and Kim had made that morning. ...(cont.)

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