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sexual fantasy story of Akari Yamasaki :
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always felt smooth and dry, but underneath his stomach had been tight,
strong. As were his limbs. Akari Yamasaki remembered their wedding night, when
she had been so frightened. He hadn't been much better. But after the
initial pain, when he had entered her, Akari Yamasaki had looked up into his
worried face and held his powerful arms with Akari's hands and told him she
would be okay, he had smiled and they had made love as man and wife
should. The happiness Akari Yamasaki had felt at their joining had caused Akari's to
cry afterwards for a long time. And he had been so worried!
Akari's fingers stroked up along Akari's ribcage and over Akari's breasts. She
gasped softly as Akari's own hands made small tremors of pleasure run up her
spine. When he touched Akari's breasts, he was always so gentle. And his
eyes, they were always so full of mischief and happiness. Sometimes he
was just like a child exploring a newly beloved toy.
As Akari's fingers caressed the dark skin along Akari's collarbone and slid
back down the sides of Akari's body, Akari Yamasaki wondered if Akari Yamasaki were ever any
better. Akari Yamasaki knew that
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