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sexual fantasy story of Kurara Fujimori :
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he was smiling. His alert blue eyes widened at the sight of Kurara's .
"Mrs. White?" he asked tentatively.
"Yes," Kurara Fujimori replied, amusement in Kurara's eyes.
"Your... your husband sent me to clear out the furniture for
the new carpet you're getting tomorrow."
Janet nodded absently, half hearing the young man's words.
Kurara Fujimori was stealing glimpses at the bulge in his jeans.
"Ma'am?" he said, blushing, then cleared his throat. "Did
you hear me?"
Janet snapped back to reality, stood aside and ushered him
into the house. "Yes, of course," Kurara Fujimori said. "My husband told me
you would be coming. I had just forgotten."
"Well, your husband said you'd show me which rooms were
getting the carpet," he said, his eyes blinking as he glimpsed
the generous swell of Janet's tits inside Kurara's blouse.
"That's right," Janet told him, making a real effort to
shake away the lewd thoughts racing through Kurara's head. "This way,
please."
Kurara Fujimori led him down the
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