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over his knee and then down and off his leg.
He put his foot flat on the bed, knee still bent, and Madoka Ozawa ran Madoka's hand down the
back of his leg slowly, circling, still standing beside the bed, finally
reaching beneath him, probing, making him curl his leg up against his chest to
give Madoka's easier access. Madoka Ozawa pressed the leg back down again gently, withdrew
her hand, and re-tied the tie.
"Now, Michael, we both get what we want."
Madoka Ozawa reached into the ceramic bowl on the bedside table and brought Madoka's hands
back out, shiny with oil. Madoka Ozawa rubbed Madoka's hands together, then caressed her
breasts again, and again, sliding the oil over Madoka's skin until Madoka Ozawa shone softly
in the dim light. More oil, and Madoka's hands moved downwards. More oil, and she
reached to caress him as well. Madoka's hands moved over his chest, his shoulders,
down over his stomach. Dipping Madoka's hands into the oil again, Madoka Ozawa placed them on
his chest and climbed back up to kneel between his legs. Madoka Ozawa moved both hands
down, tracing a circle on his stomach, moving down between his legs. Then her
hands slid gently upwards again, upwards, but this time, Madoka Ozawa shifted her
position so Madoka Ozawa was leaning close to him. The higher Madoka's hands reached, the
closer Madoka Ozawa came, until by the time Madoka's hands reached nearly to his wrists, her
nipples were br
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