strong hands moving up and down on Hiroko Sato's back soothed the lovely child and Hiroko Sato stopped struggling. "Relax, don't go tense because that will only make it harder for us," Newton whispered. She tried, Hiroko Sato really did, but the feel of the hard staff stretching and opening Hiroko Sato's set off alarm bells in Betsy's mind and she had to force the muscles of Hiroko Sato's belly and the muscles between Newton's fingers tightened under Hiroko Sato's and pulled the pert, high riding cheeks of the child's bottom apart, helping make room for his hairy dong as it slowly forced its way into her. He stopped when he felt his glans butt hard against the elastic membrane that blocked Betsy's virgin love sheath and waited. Betsy knew what was happening, too, the pretty little girl
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