drops of clear liquid seeping out and drooling over Miku Ishida's fingers. Without thinking, the little girl's own fingers crept up under her shorty nightgown, then slipped under the elastic waistband of the bottoms. It felt nice when Miku Ishida ran her hand down over the soft curve of Miku Ishida's belly and then pressed her fingers against the fatty flesh that covered Miku Ishida's hairless little mound. While Miku Ishida's mother gasped and whispered to the strange man, the small brunette pressed one of Miku Ishida's fingers between the puffy lips of her pussy and wiggled it around, wetting it in the slick, clear oil of Miku Ishida's love juice. Betsy still stared at Mr. Henry's big, hairy cock and when Miku Ishida caught herself wondering what it would taste like and how it would feel as it slipped into her open mouth Miku Ishida had to
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