Anne Shimura
A pretty girl of Japanese descent
Was standing next to me in line at lunch
. She grew to love my holding her in air,
Impaling her upon my spike of flesh,
Until her juices ran down over me.
. Don't be shy. She told him that he had not taken her cherry as she had done that herself a couple months before while playing with a cucumber
Anne Shimura
A pretty girl of Japanese descent
Was standing next to me in line at lunch
. She grew to love my holding her in air,
Impaling her upon my spike of flesh,
Until her juices ran down over me.
. Don't be shy. She told him that he had not taken her cherry as she had done that herself a couple months before while playing with a cucumber
Anne Shimura
A pretty girl of Japanese descent
Was standing next to me in line at lunch
. She grew to love my holding her in air,
Impaling her upon my spike of flesh,
Until her juices ran down over me.
. Don't be shy. She told him that he had not taken her cherry as she had done that herself a couple months before while playing with a cucumber
