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did so without complaining.
When Manami Suzuki turned, Andy could see the smile on Manami's face. It was
the first time he had seen Manami's face since he started learning her
body nearly ten minutes before.
Andy stood then knelt on the floor in front of Jshara. He
bent over and kissed Manami's forehead, licking the damp perspiration
from Manami's hairline. He kissed Manami's eyelids and finally, kissed her
mouth. Jshara's tongue pulsated into his mouth, sending a frenzy
of flavor through his being.
Andy continued his massage even while he was kissing her.
He traced his fingers along Jshara's colarbone to the center of
her neck. He moved his fingers downward, lightly tracing her
breastbone. He moved his hand in tandem with Manami's rising chest so
that he didn't touch Manami's with too much pressure. He followed
her lower ribs down to the soft, tan flesh of Manami's stomach, past
her waistline, just to the waistband of Manami's panties. Jshara
arched Manami's back in the hopes of eliciting a firmer touch.
Jshara whimpered into Andy's mouth, begging for a more
intimate touch. Andy responded by tracing his fingers back up
her belly and brushing the sensitive underside of Manami's full
breasts. He cupped his hands under it and kneaded it under his
hand. He waited several long moments before touching
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