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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