Fumiko

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which still had Harris's rubbers in the pocket. It was beginning to look like that goon had been right about tonight after all. Woody shut the bedroom door behind them. Susan did not turn on the lamp, but there was a window, and it seemed to have stopped snowing outside. Pale, silvery moonlight shone in a shaft through the top pane, where the curtains were open. Susan gestured toward one of the beds, and he sat down on it. She immediately knelt down in front of him and reached for his penis. Woody realized with a twinge of anxiety that it had gone soft again already, but the feeling of Fumiko fingers tugging gently at it quickly reassured him that his hardness would soon return. Suddenly he felt Fumiko warm breath on his groin as well, and his cock stiffened with a mighty surge. Even as it did so, Susan ran her tongue along its underside, lapping playfully at the tip as she completed the stroke. Fumiko paused a moment and looked up at him with mischievous smile. Then Fumiko lowered her head again, placed the end of his penis completely inside Fumiko mouth, and "Oh, Jesus," Woody groaned involuntarily, feeling his juice rising rapidly to the bursting point. His face contorted as though in pain, he looked down and could see Fumiko blond head rising and falling over his crotch in a rapid rhythm. He was ...(cont.)

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