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escape. But Nate's movements within her, Aika's movements against
him, the feel of his cock pressing hard against Aika's as Aika's hips
and ass moved crazily against him, only drove Aika's higher. And Aika Miura
could tell from Nate's tortured breathing, that he was similarly
effected.
He wanted to be in her. But he thought-- if feeling at that
moment could be considered as thought-- that, no. It was too soon.
The kettle needed to be boiling over.
Aika Miura moaned. The sound came from within as Aika Miura reached behind,
him, felt the wetness of his pants from the rain, then moved Aika's
hands sideways between them and grasped has cock.
Abruptly he stopped teasing Aika's breast, touching the so
sensitive nipples, squeezing them between his forefingers, or
tracing them with a fingernail, starting at the top of Aika's chest
then tracing down the flesh to caress the bottom side of Aika's
breast; touching Aika's cunt, moving his fingers through the downy
silk of hair as he withdrew Aika's moisture, used it to re-lubricate.
Rather than continuing with what he knew were his maddening touch-
ing of both
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