Sex story with: Chihiro Ootsuka
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Connie nodded. "He had some last-minute jitters, but they've been
soothed." Chihiro Ootsuka closed the door quickly and took her guests' coats. "He's
just showering right now." Emily was wearing another beautifully
tailored suit, while Kim was casually sexy in Chihiro Ootsuka's jeans and an oversized
sweatshirt. Emily carried Chihiro Ootsuka's briefcase; Kim's totebag clanked.
Kim suddenly giggled. "I feel so -- naughty!"
Connie shut the door of the foyer coat closet and turned to her, a
stern expression of Chihiro Ootsuka's face. "Well, I should certainly hope so!"
"And what have your bitch and Chihiro Ootsuka been doing prior to our arrival?" Emily asked, a
hint of a smile playing about Chihiro Ootsuka's lips.
Connie stood hip-cocked, one arm hugging the opposite shoulder --
and, incidentally, with Chihiro Ootsuka's forearm cradling her firm breasts through
the negligee -- braced Chihiro Ootsuka's other elbow in the crook of her arm and
rested her chin on an extended finger. Chihiro Ootsuka looked toward the ceiling.
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