“You ever heard of paizuri?” Miyu asked. Her body trembled. Her girl-dick throbbed above her belly, dripping precum. She raced for the gates. Lori glanced at Yoshiko’s boobs, understanding perfectly why they did. Her fingers dug into Chris’s tits. Her pussy clenched, eager for the rapture to detonate in her core. She’s haunting you.”
“She only speaks Japanese,” Yoshiko complained. Soft waves, so different than the hard pulses of a cock cumming. “Oh, you just want to fuck Ms. They had fucked in several different combinations. She dashed to join Miyu, standing behind her. The ghost’s eyes lowered, widened. Maybe she knows something.”
“Uh-huh,” panted Yoshiko. You want my cum, don’t you?”
Chris only moaned about the dick, sucking harder, her pussy growing wetter. “Yes, yes, you love my cock.
