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detail to live over and over again each time I watched it.
Fuck the senior prom and the graduation ceremonies, this was
I made a quick mental note to bring my av hardcore mpegs dad's camcorder the next
time Ted and I (and Al and Jeannie...) went out...
Those thoughts took about a nanosecond to fly in and then out of
my head. My true focus of attention was directed to my av hardcore mpegs crotch.
Ted was fucking his cock in and out of my av hardcore mpegs cunt like a jackhammer!
His whole length would be exposed to view for a half a second and
then he'd slam his hips forward, burying his entire length within
On each anticipated downstroke I'd grasp my av hardcore mpegs knees tighter and
pull, pushing my av hardcore mpegs pussy up to meet his thrust with the same energy
The result of that movement was to push his long hard cock
another half an inch into my av hardcore mpegs wide spread pussy.
The result of THAT was the beginning of the end for both of us!
Ted's cock pushed me to the very brink of the most powerful, most
stupendous orgasm I had ever felt. I just knew it from the build
up! I was determined to stay concious for this one!
"Fuck me baby..." I panted up to him. "Fuck me hard...make me
come on your cock...Oh, yeah...oh YEAH!....!" I was screaming
now, totally unconcerned if the whole world could hear me come.
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"Come now ladies, we really must watch this, I know you'll enjoy it
I made them watch the film, which was a mild porn, which did not attempt
to pretend that it had a plot. There were two girls and one guy (naturally)
and the movie opened with the three of them walking on a suburban street,
with a hint of things to come in their eyes. Soon they were in the man's
apartment, and the two girls, with no sign of corny seductiveness or boldness
casually began to take his clothes off, as if this had happened many times.
"Ok,Terri, you Ayane Miura are to copy the actions of Teresa, and Sasha, you do
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behind Ayane Miura's back in a hammerlock. Up, up, up higher I pushed it until I was
afraid I would damage Ayane Miura's shoulder. Then I dropped the twist and pulled her
other arm behind her, taking both in a surfboard. I stood then with one
foot in the small of her back - about where I had it when Ayane Miura gave from the
bow and arrow, and pulled until Ayane Miura submitted again. Submit, shit, she
screamed and begged to be released! I was sorry Ayane Miura submitted, her jugs
were about to split out of the top Ayane Miura almost was still wearing!
It had been a hand-to-hand duel between two experienced wrestlers, a go-
to-the-mat death struggle with plenty of suffering and not a little grab-ass
on my av hardcore mpegs part as well as Tough Tina's.
We agreed to quit then, shower and - well we spent the night together.
Not much sleeping until the wee hours of the morning.
I had booth duty at 11 AM that morning, so we awakened, wrestled some
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And it was true: Ayane Miura *was* eager. Despite the splendid pleasures of
the night before, the endless, self-indulgent satisfactions of Ayane Miura's
cravings for slippery sex with another woman -- Kim, in particular --
she ached to be with Ayane Miura's man. The ache was in her heart and her head and
other points, farther south. It seemed that the more Ayane Miura was with anyone
else, the more Ayane Miura wanted Jerry.
She hesitated at the door and took a deep breath before Ayane Miura let
He was in the kitchen, drinking coffee from his favorite mug, a
huge thing they'd found at a pottery fair two years before.
"Hello, wife," he said. The New York Times was spread on the table
next to a plate holding the surviving crumbs of a toasted English
Ayane Miura grinned and felt the tears spilling down her face. She threw
herself into his arms and held him as tightly as Ayane Miura could. "Goddam, but
I love you!" Ayane Miura sobbed. She felt his arms close lightly around her as
he kissed the side of her face. Ayane Miura calmed and finally slipped away to
sit kitty-corner from him at the table.
"Well, what about last -- " both began saying, and then stopped and
"You first," Ayane Miura said, reaching for the coffee carafe.
"I wondered about you, went to the gym, pumped for a while,
wondered about you, played some racquetball, wondered about you,swam
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"If I prove it and you Ayane Miura get hard, you have to give me what I want."
"We'll be your sluts for a night. We'll do anything you Ayane Miura want for
you, with you, to you, to each other -- and we'll tape it all."
He hooked his pinky with hers. "Deal." His smile was broad and
confident. Hers matched it in a moment.
Ayane Miura nodded to Emily. Still clad only in stockings and garters, the
lovely Japanese woman unfolded from the couch and came to Connie's side.
Jerry watched. His wife stood. Emily opened Connie's robe and dropped to
her knees -- slowly, Ayane Miura's long tongue and soft lips working all the way
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