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efore Madoka's logical mind
could react. Madoka Arai blushed and grinned sheepishly at Madoka's now wide-eyed
boss, and continued to run Madoka's fingers through the soft fabric.
"Uh, er, well yes! If y-you want to, that is..."
"Oh I DO want to. Be right back!" Joy turned and strode quickly out
of the office and down the hall toward the lady's room, clasping the
box to Madoka's side. Madoka Arai entered the restroom, and put the box down next
to the sink. Joy looked at herself in the mirror. Then Madoka Arai smiled,
and began to expose succulent flesh.
Madoka's boobs swung to and fro as Madoka Arai bent down and pulled the stockings
over Madoka's legs. They enclosed Madoka's thighs in what seemed like a soft
caress, frozen in time. Madoka Arai pulled the panties on, enjoying the feel
of the thin strap gently squeezing Madoka's hips. Then Madoka Arai covered her
breasts with the bra and fastened it behind Madoka's back. Lastly she
pulled on the long silk gloves.
Joy looked in the mirror. A heart-poundingly sexy figure smiled back
at her. The black lace accented every luscious curve perfectly, and
revealed much while still leaving something to one's horny
imagination. Madoka Arai ran Madoka's hands slowly up Madoka's sides, and then up over
her head, while watching Madoka's image in the mirror. No matter how she
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