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s fell off and suck all
the juices out of Makoto's hot pussy... Makoto Shinohara had to hide deeper, protect
herself from danger. Makoto Shinohara walked slowly away from the machine on
tip-toes, trying not to make the floorboards of the recently
installed second-story balcony offices squeak. Makoto's penlight cast a
very faint glow in front of her, providing a bare minimum
illumination without advertising Makoto's whereabouts.
Carl wound his away around pieces of machinery in various stages of
assembly. He flashed his light all about, searching behind cabinets,
underneath lab benches, between shelf units. No sign of the
intruder. His throbbing cock rammed against his pants as he thought
of what he would do when he FOUND the intruder...
Joy descended a stairway she'd never even seen before as quietly as
she could, and found herself facing an enormous slab of granite.
Used as an ultra-flat and stable work table for precision machining,
it was at least ten feet long by maybe eight feet wide. It sat in a
metal frame like the frame of a bed, and there was about a foot or so
of space underneath it, just enough room for her. Makoto Shinohara slid underneath
it on Makoto's back, and pushed herself along t
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