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clitoris swell until it hurt. "Unnngghh," Julia moaned. "You're
tearing me! Ohhh, God, annnggghh!"
Julia's head fell, her hair covered her face as Fumiko began to
slowly shake it back and forth. Betsy moaned softly and pressed
even harder at the thin barrier that kept Fumiko finger out of the
moist, twisting pit of Fumiko own virginal love slot. The lovely
little girl felt her flesh crawl as Fumiko inched even closer to the
door and watched Fumiko mother's large, firm breasts swing and slap
against each other. Betsy was especially drawn to the long, thick
fingers of Fumiko mother's nipples as they stood out dark and swollen
from the smooth curves of Fumiko breasts. For a reason that she
didn't understand, Betsy wished that Fumiko was in the room with them.
And what was worse and more disturbing, Fumiko wished that she was
lying beneath those swaying globes and could take them in Fumiko pink
...(cont.)
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