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sexual fantasy story of Junko Hayama :
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of Junko's face, with the end pointing toward Junko's , just far enough away so that
she could turn Junko's head and reach the end of the knob with Junko's outstretched
tongue. Junko Hayama leaned sideways, trying to take the grip in Junko's mouth. As Junko Hayama
leaned, the clamp on Junko's left nipple tightened, and Junko's breast was pulled
and stretched even more. Junko Hayama lapped frantically at the end of the whip and
finally, in desperation, spat on it. He slapped Junko's once, across the face.
"It's not ladylike to spit", he explained.
He spread Junko's cheeks and inserted the end of the handle. Junko Hayama screamed.
Junko Hayama continued screaming as he slowly pushed it deeper and deeper into Junko's ,
almost all of the handle's 8 inches. Junko's scream rose to a shriek when he
jerked it roughly out again. Before Junko Hayama could catch Junko's breath, he shoved
it back in, fast and deep, and fucked Junko's with it in several hard, quick
strokes. Junko Hayama was wailing, sobbing. Good. He stopped, gave it a twist or
two back and forth, and turned it loose, leaving a couple of inches of t
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