“You're breasts are so hypnotic, Yoshiko,” groaned Lori. “Oh, wow, the way they bounce. They're so big. Huge. I love them. I wish my tits were s... large.”“But yours are so cute,” gasped Yoshiko, staring at her friend's jiggling breasts. She grabbed them. “They're so firm. Delicious grapefruit.” Lori gasped as Yoshiko pinched her nipples. She twisted them, the redhead squirming, her hips bucking up, bouncing Yoshiko. She loved it. Her breasts bounced and jiggled before her, her cock aching,. She felt his thumbs probing at her sphincter as his hands kneaded her soft flesh, and she yelped as he gave her another soft slap. His thumbs spread her open, and she felt pressure as his hard cock was pushed up against her virgin anus. She grit her teeth as the pressure built, and then he was in, his hard shaft sliding slowly and painfully into her, the lubrication doing little to dull the pain of her tight ring of flesh gripping him hard. It burned, and tears were now streaming down her. They pointed their cameras to the closed red entrance door. Yvan was concentrating himself at his tablet. And now it became quiet in the room. Only a sound came from Nerdie's keyboard. Everybody was just waiting in silence until Yvan gave the sign. …After five minutes waiting, Yvan clapped his hands and counted down with his fingers: 5-4-3-2-1; completely silence… On the control-panel was a red banner - online -. Now I heard big steps in the corridor and also a crying female voice. These sounds. Instead, they put us on another boat, which put us on another boat, which brought us to New York, all without touching the soil.’ She leaves his field of vision for a moment, and then returns, holding a strip of leather and a straight razor. Tying the leather to the arm of his chair, she begins using it to strop the razor. The rasping sound sends chills up and down his spine. ‘I often wish that I could show the people born in this country what It feels like to pass Ellis Island as an immigrant.