Exxxtra Small Selina Imai - xxxCinema

Exxxtra Small Selina Imai - xxxCinema

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I can't wait to start my new job today. I'm so excited. I'm gonna be the best

mailwoman in the whole world. I'm so excited. I needed a part-time job. A real one. I mean,

technically I was self-employed in the fourth grade when I ran a lemonade business,

but what the IRS doesn't know doesn't count. Now I'm a mailman. Or mailwoman. Whatever.

Honestly, it's been an amazing gig. Up until I noticed a suspicious letter from my brother.

I know what you're thinking. Selena, you can't read other people's mail.

But it's not other people. It's Jaden, my stepbrother. And it's my house. So I totally

have the right to know that my brother is ordering a custom sex doll that looks like me?

What the fuck?

Finally. It's here. They nailed it. Looks exactly like my sister. Uniform. Kind of uncanny.

Well, you never hang out with me, so I broke like five federal laws to do this.

Okay, that's not funny. What's wrong with you? It's deranged.

Uh, thank you?

Not a compliment.

Uh, well, I just wanted to hang out with you. You never talk to me.

Where?

Is my sex doll.

Um, I threw away the letter for it because you're a pervert. Like,

who gets a commissioned sex doll to look like his own sister?

All right, you're dead. I'm gonna call your boss right now.

No, no, don't do that. Um, no, I just got the job, okay?

Not my fucking problem.

Um, okay, well, what can I do to make it up?

I don't fucking know. Sorry is definitely not enough.

Please, I'll do anything.

Anything?

Yeah.

All right, get over there, bend that ass over the bed.

What?

You heard me. If I can't have my sex doll, I'll just have you instead.

Oh my god! What?!

Say you're sorry.

Sorry…?

Yeah, you know, I don't know that I believe you. I think you're gonna have to try harder.

Say it again.

Sorry.

Where is my sex doll?

I don't know where it is.

Really?

Oh, no.

I think you know exactly where it's at.

Uh, I don't know, in the mail?

Yeah, I think you're gonna have to make up with us.

Okay.

What are you doing?

You say it anything.

Okay, sure.

Don't move.

Slurp my dick.

What are you doing?

Put it in your mouth.

I can't do this, I'm your stepsister.

Do it or I'll call your boss.

Okay.

Long strokes.

All the way in, all the way out.

Yeah, just like that.

Slap that little fucking clit for me.

Pick up that pace.

Come on.

That's it.

Yeah, you're doing fucking good right now.

Get that toy going in and out of you like that.

I wanna see all that fucking toy going in and out.

There you go.

Nice and wet.

There you go.

Arms up.

Just be a good brother and let me go.

I have tons of mail to deliver.

I want my sex doll.

So I'm going to get my sex doll.

Whatever.

Bro, your dick is so nice.

Wow.

So good stuff, bro.

Fuck.

I feel better than any sex toy I ever tried.

Oh, yes.

This is nice and fucking tight.

Oh, yes.

I could never.

Fuck, your dick is so big stuff, bro.

It's so fucking good.

I think you're feeling tighter than I expected, sis.

I think you're feeling tighter, but your fucking nozzle is so good.

Oh, yeah.

I'm so tight for you.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

I love boys.

Holy shit, sis.

I'll slow down if you tell me how much you love your big brother's cock inside your tiny

little pussy.

Oh, I love my brother's massive cock inside my tiny little pussy.

It's way better than delivering mail all the time.

Yeah.

I love that.

I'm so happy for you.

You're so good.

You're so good.

I love you, sis.

I love you, sis.

I love you, sis.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

I love you.

And you're so good.

I'm so happy for you.

You're such a brilliant mother.

Thanks for finding me.

Thank you.

I hope we are still good friends.

Thanks, sis.

Yeah.

I appreciate it.

Yeah.

Yeah.

See you tomorrow.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

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I can't wait to start my new job today. I'm so excited. I'm gonna be the best mailwoman in the whole world. I'm so excited. I needed a part-time job. A real one. I mean, technically I was self-employed in the fourth grade when I ran a lemonade business, but what the IRS doesn't know doesn't count. Now I'm a mailman. Or mailwoman. Whatever. Honestly, it's been an amazing gig. Up until I noticed a suspicious letter from my brother....