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Let’s just finish her up.” “Sad,” the redhead said. “Well, can one of you pick her up so we can get asian this thing off?” The man wandered around behind Brie and hoisted her up by the arms, trying not to smear her chest makeup in the process. Once her butt was off the seat, the woman grabbed the waist of the romper and shucked it down to Brie’s knees in one swift motion, exposing her bottom and vagina to the room. Brie’s eyes snapped open and she gasped, jolted back to reality, as the raw air of mature the makeup room rushed over her japanese moist, naked body. interracial Her head wheeled around, taking in the details, trying to decode the situation, but she was barely coherent. The man dropped her bare butt down onto the cold, wet chair seat and again her brain fought for more lucidity. He produced again, the small box of swatches, but instead of pulling out round circles, he instead pulled out single strips, about the size of a japan Band-Aid. 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