Emiri Henmi

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I felt so powerful knowing that I was making him come by just Jeannie, of course, beat me up about the fact that I didn't pull his cock out, and jerk him off. "Chicken...!", Emiri Henmi taunted me good naturedly. "I would have at least wrapped my Emiri Henmi gallery hand around it, Trace...Geez, what a wimp!" I was getting a bit pissed off with her jeering, even if Emiri Henmi was "Well" I said to her. "I didn't see you jerking anyone off, Miss Sophisticate. What happened to all of YOUR bravery?!!" Jeannie looked at me as an idea formed in Emiri Henmi head. "Well, we've got the drive-in tomorrow night don't we? Maybe I'll just show you there..." Emiri Henmi eyes got a lustful look. "Really, Jeannie...?" I stammered. "Do you think..." "What did it feel like?" Jeannie was all action now, and wanted the details. We spent a good part of the night sitting in bed talking about hard cocks, and how to jerk them off. I'd never seen his cock, actually, but I had many images to draw from, thanks to Jeannie's frequent borrowing from Emiri Henmi parents Pretty much every weekend Jeannie and I would get together in my room and watch Emiri Henmi newest selection. We'd often do this in the afternoon, before our dates with the guys, and that's where our Jeannie would get extremely hot during these viewings, as would I, and often we'd end up masturbating ourselves slowly as we stared at the screen. Most of the films involved fucking, and, ...(cont.)

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