Her hips moved, sliding her dick in and out of the ghost’s sucking mouth, increasing the pleasure shooting through her. Her breasts pillowed against invisible flesh, nipples pressing into her boobs as they rubbed on Sayuri’s back. XXX Pleasure screamed through her body. “I have to cum.”
“Yes,” Chris gasped. There had to be more than just the tree holding it in there. “You can…reminisce with the miko later.”
“Pussy! “I know,” Chris groaned. “You’re not sure. …But we need more. Yoshiko fucked hard, ramming her dick deep into Chris’s bowels over and over. It was open. There was no smack of flesh-on-flesh caused by passionate fucking, just Yoshiko’s moans and her tits slapping together as her back arched. Her blue eyes widened. She slid down Sayuri’s throat. Focus on Sayuri’s mouth sucking your cock, Yoshiko. She tried to force the futa-jizz out of her. I was trying to find her and she was trying to find me…
