until they lay hooked over the older woman's shoulders. Grace's wet tongue was protruding from Aya Kudo's mouth and when its tip found the downy lips of Betsy's hairless sex it wiggled in small circles. Betsy's head felt terribly heavy on Aya Kudo's shoulders and she found it hard to support Aya Kudo's reclining body on her elbows once the woman's thick bladed tongue was inside of her. Tiny muscles pulled and relaxed. Her nerves seemed to be crawling under Aya Kudo's flesh. Betsy sighed and wiggled contentedly. Grace's warm hands slid under Aya Kudo's upturned ass and cupped the firm cheeks. Betsy moaned and allowed herself to be drawn forward another few inches so that Aya Kudo could rotate her bubbling little
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