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| sexual fantasy story of Kaya Yonekura : |
| crystal glasses Kaya Yonekura had produced. I savored the bouquet of the wine, inhaling deeply. I nodded and took a sip. Crisp and lively and fully dry in the traditional alsatian style. Most refreshing. Kaya Yonekura put Kaya's glass down and before I knew it Kaya's arms were around my neck. I was very nervous. Christ, if Kaya's husband showed up I'd be leaving in a plastic sack. "Relax," Kaya Yonekura whispered reassuringly, "he won't be back today. He's off |