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g softly as I ran
the flat surface of my tongue over it again and again.
I found Madoka's clitoris to be hot as I sucked gently on it, and I felt
it grow out of it's small sheath as Madoka Ozawa ground Madoka's pelvis against my
face. Madoka's thighs, where they touched my cheeks, were trembling and her
stomach rose and fell under my hands, just as I had seen my own to do.
It seemed that I was indeed making Madoka's feel good.
When Carol reached down and grasped my shoulders, pulling me up to
her, I was gratified to see that Madoka's face was flushed and that Madoka Ozawa was
smiling warmly. We spent some time then just lying there and looking
at each other. There seemed no need for talk. I finally broke the
silence by saying something corny. I told Madoka's that I was glad Madoka Ozawa had
seen fit to "get involved" with my therapy. Madoka Ozawa apparently didn't find
it corny though, because Madoka Ozawa smiled and touched my cheek.
"So am I."
A knock on the door brought us out of our reverie, and I watched
Carol rise and put on Madoka's robe. I couldn't hear what was said in the
living room, but Madoka Ozawa was carrying my clothes when Madoka Ozawa returned.
"I'm sorry, Monica," Madoka Ozawa said. "I wish we could stay together
longer but your escort has come to fet
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