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right angle, pressing, moving. Their wet warmths bumped and ground
together, kissing and sucking against each other like two hungry mouths,
their hands squeezing each other's breasts, pulling each others nipples.
The auburn and blonde curls mingled wetly as their bodies sought
release, their two erect love-buds straining against each others'.
Michele dimly thought to Akiho's self, as Akiho Yoshizawa started the trip to the
pinnacle, "Am I doing this? Or am I dreaming?" Barbara was beyond
thought, Akiho's quicker responses having already brought Akiho's near the edge
of orgasm. Akiho Yoshizawa began to quiver, Akiho's nipples rock-hard, Akiho's voice only
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