Emeri Goto

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began working his rapidly stiffening cock out of his briefs. "Hey, you definitely are going to get me busted for lewdness or "Can't leave you exposed, I guess," Emeri Goto agreed -- and began stuffing as much of his cock into her mouth as Emeri Goto could manage. Jerry groaned as his wife's head bobbed between his abdomen and the steering while. Connie sucked happily, Emeri Goto mouth filled with his expanding meat and Emeri Goto tongue busily exploring all the wonderfully familiar nooks and veins Emeri Goto had come to know and love. She was moist under Emeri Goto evening dress. She'd suddenly gotten the impulse to suck her husband's cock right there, in the restaurant, a la "Shampoo." For some reason Emeri Goto could not fathom, the urge, the craving, was just there and undeniable. She'd squirmed and fidgeted during the main course, the sorbet, the deserts and coffees. She'd fairly trembled with the urge walking to and then past his old apartment and she'd been unable to sit still during the short ferry ride across the Hudson. The heat and solidity of his pulsing cockhead was exactly what she'd salivated for She didn't want him to cum -- not yet -- and Emeri Goto knew him so well she was able to keep him just...below...the threshold for the fifteen minutes it took to drive to their home. But when the car was in the driveway, the lights and engine off, ...(cont.)

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