Akira Fubuki

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me, her ass poised over my face. Akira Fubuki first empties her bladder, her pee splashing down upon my Akira Fubuki gallery body, my face, and into my mouth. The stream slowly thins out, until the last few drops fall from her glistening pussy. Akira Fubuki shifts her weight so that her ass cheeks spread, and Akira Fubuki asshole becomes clearly exposed. I lie there and watch, helpless, transfixed, as Akira Fubuki ass muscles tense, and shift. Her breathing changes, Akira Fubuki catches it, expells it, and suddenly Akira Fubuki asshole begins to widen. Both fear and longing stir within me as I watch the shit emerge, long, dark. It hangs there for a moment, and then the ass muscles shift again, the cheeks close, and the hot turd falls upon my Akira Fubuki gallery trembling face. As I feel the heat, and drown in the smell, I realize that there is no turning back, and that I will have to take all Akira Fubuki has to When I look up again, the ass muscles are once more tensed, and more shit has started to emerge. Akira Fubuki squeezes out her precious turds in rapid succession now, and I gratefully let my Akira Fubuki gallery face be buried in Akira Fubuki steaming, brown shit. Finally, Akira Fubuki is done. She turns and crouches, extending a hand to help me up. I raise myself, the shit falling from my Akira Fubuki gallery filthy face. I know what comes next. I kneel on all fours. The woman ...(cont.)
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