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She's a twenty-something former AV series model from Saitama Prefecture with a four star rating.    I learned so much today from her guiding hands. Her physiological make-up is beautiful; smooth tight body, young, well tone legs and tummy. Bright and eager to please attitude.  

After the blowjob we moved to the squirt preparation.   Anyway, Miho instructed and guided me very patiently showing me where she liked it best.   For about 15 minutes nothing came out and then she adjusted her position to a full squat.   Using both my index and middle finger in the shape of a hook I inserted them into her wet vagina and thrusted quickly.   Still nothing happened.   And then, on the third try I found a rhythm that was perfectly in alignment with hers.    I maintained this speed without changing and then I noticed a swelling taking form around her labia and pressure on the tips of my fingers!    A huge and amazing spray shot out of her covering the entire bed spread.    I quickly analyzed the smell and texture to make sure it was authentic.    Nothing indicated it was urine, just a slight coffee scent and very unique.    It is said that whatever a woman drinks will usually bare the same order as her fluids.    At any rate I was impressed. I recorded three two minute clips of us together doing this.

Shortly after are small break from that mega huge squirt, we moved back to breastfeeding, my favorite four play.   The night before she ate a greasy pizza so this instantly had an effect on the taste of her milk. Sour!    It actually put me off a bit cause' I'm used to drinking sweet milk.    Greasy or spicy foods is just something no mother should be eating when she breastfeeding.    I'm glad the squirt session and blowjob was complimentary. Miho was a typical young Japanese girl; very carefree, simple minded, forgetful, clumsy, but cute, which are all the reasons why I love the older women more than younger ones.. Of all the young Japanese girls I have bedded none could pull me away from the older woman or Jukujo.   

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