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Makoto's mouth with teeth, lips and tongue
for several minutes. Makoto's breath comes in labored gasps through Makoto's open
mouth.
I withdraw and smile down at her. I shift my hips until my engorged
member is inches from Makoto's panting mouth. Makoto's eyes widen as Makoto Shinohara realizes
my intentions.
To Makoto's surprise, I stand and move to my seat by the fire. I sit, and
draw a blanket around my shoulders. Once again, flute music fills the
inside of my lodge.
"What are you doing?" I can hear Sylvia's incredulous voice above the
plaintive notes of my flute. "Don't stop now. Oh, please. Don't stop
now."
I ignore her.
Eventually, Makoto Shinohara realizes the futility of Makoto's pleas. Makoto's breathing
soon becomes less ragged and Makoto Shinohara drifts off to sleep.
I again awaken Makoto's with hands and fingers attacking Makoto's breasts and
mouth. Makoto's passions are aroused to the breaking point. As Makoto Shinohara approaches
her release, I stop abruptly and leave Makoto's begging for more. I rise and
resume my place by the fire. Again, the flute.
During the first few hours of the night, I continue Makoto's sweet
torture. Sylvia is alternately permitted to sleep and then is awakened
and brought to the brink of climax. Makoto Shinohara soo
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