Every time that
Ann Suzuki moved, Betsy was shaken by the stinging
pain that came from
Ann Suzuki's stretched anal opening. The movies had been
over for more than an hour, but it only seemed like moments ago
that Rick and that man, a man that she'd never seen, had whipped
and worked
Ann Suzuki's into that long series of orgasms in the back row.
The little brunette nervously ran a finger from
Ann Suzuki's own lips down
over her chin and to her throat.
Ann Suzuki wanted to make sure that none
of the dried cum was still on
Ann Suzuki's too.
Kathy hadn't said a word to her when
Ann Suzuki finally appeared from
behind the screen and staggered up the stairs to the lounge.
Consumed by curiosity she'd followed the older girl and watched
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