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lexed
her legs, kicking at the backs of his knees, and his legs folded; he
released Manami's arms to slap the wall with his hands to prevent his head from
crashing into it. His frantic flailing sent them spinning, drifting slower
but rotating wildly. Akira was amazed.
"Where did you learn to handle yourself in free-fall like that"?
"Yeah, I've been meaning to compliment you on your ship's facilities, Cap'n.
You have a really great gym".
"I hope you haven't learned everything, 'cause there are a few things I'd
like to teach you personally".
Carli pulled Manami's body down Akira's stomach with Manami's heels, still locked
behind his knees; Manami Suzuki stopped as Manami Suzuki felt his cock, hot and erect, pressing
against Manami's longing entrance. His organ was stiffer than a 'jac but seemed
to lack independent control; it didn't nuzzle against Manami's or try to wriggle
it's way in except in reaction to the movements of Akira's pelvis. Manami Suzuki made
no attempt to stop him as he deftly controlled their impact, sending them in
a long, slow journey across the room. Manami Suzuki locked mouths with him, their
tounges penetrating and receding, lips pulling and sucking, throats tasting
the delicate flavors of a mouth
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