Her black bush, thick and tangled, matted by cum and the water. Futanari!” Sayuri’s eyes widened. She was in a dark forest. I want you to boil about my stick.”
So do it, Yoshiko moaned, trembling inside Sayuri. The shrine maiden’s asshole slid up and down Yoshiko’s dick. My father wouldn’t have to find another.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” gasped Sayuri, her breasts jiggling as she writhed. “Go on,” Yoshiko smiled. Help me give you peace. Yoshiko drowned in rapture with Sayuri. Yoshiko drowned in rapture with Sayuri. Her pussy clenched. Mitsuko broke the kiss. “I am so sorry.”
Yoshiko slammed her girl-cock into the princess one final time. The way the beaded cords rubbed on Sayuri’s pussy walls, adding such a wicked delight. “Uh-huh,” groaned Yoshiko. Instead, there was a Japanese shrine on fire, the flames bursting through the tiled roof, consuming the walls. The shrine maiden, called a miko in Japanese, shuddered, her body trembling. The Japanese princess had brought it to pop Sayuri’s cherry. She was in a dark forest. “After all, you buggered me when I was
