The ghost mouth slid up Miyu’s cock, still suck. “Lori, I…” The girl swallowed. Her body shuddered. I’m going to erupt. Sometimes, Lori would dress up like one. The Japanese dickgirl clenched her hands as the ghost merged into her body, her body flowing into Miyu’s cock. “You don’t have to be so formal with me,” she said, moving closer, her lips so red. But the yokai has to be our main focus.”
“Sure,” Chris nodded, leaning forward. “What are you going to do about Chris?”
“I don’t know.” Lori found the message Chris sent. Including looking up at Miyu. Lori was envious. Her green eyes widened. “I really don’t know,” Yoshiko sighed, giving her friend a smile. Her friend’s hand stroked to the pinnacle while her hand slammed down Yoshiko’s dick before pistoning back up. She stroked her friend’s girl-cock faster and faster. When her phone beeped, she didn’t care. We need answers.”
Lori rolled over onto her back, sitting in the wet spots from her cum and pussy juices.
