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sexual fantasy story of Kaoru Mochida :
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the rough wool blanket where he unbuckled the belt from my hips and
pulled it gently away. I was wearing nothing but the collar and the
enormous device inside me.
Gently, he lifted and parted my legs, and with excruciating
slowness, he entered me. I spread myself further, welcoming him. His
lovemaking was particularly tender, perhaps because these are the last
nights of our scheduled month, perhaps out of consideration for the
device inside me. Perhaps it was just the mood set by the azaleas
surrounding us and the glow of the sunset.
Together we climbed lazily from plateau to plateau, seeming to
wander aimlessly from one sensation to another without searching for a
climax. It was a languid and unhurried journey. We built to the
slowest, sweetest, most tantalizing crescendo. At some point he rolled
us gently and put me on top so he could manipulate the thing inside
me.
It was
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