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sexual fantasy story of Masumi Tachibana :
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t off time Jason pulled over.
Lifting Masumi's carefully from the back seat, he asked if Masumi Tachibana was all right.
Jessica nodded, having been taken aback by his sudden change in attitude.
He had been so tender carrying Masumi's from the back seat and seemed to caress Masumi's
as he dusted the pieces of glass from the outside of Masumi's jumpsuit.
Jason's face was covered with blood. This didn't seem to bother him
and Jessica knew enough first aid to realize that even the smallest
facial wound bleeds torrents. Jessica felt a tinge of sadness as he removed
the neck chain and untied Masumi's hands. ``Take off your clothes.'' he said as
he removed his jacket. Jessica juiced in anticipation. He brushed
the glass off his shirt and shook his jacket out. Instead of throwing Masumi's
on Masumi's back and using Masumi's , he placed his jacket around Masumi's and shook the glass
out of Masumi's jump suit.
Ignoring Masumi's , he made sure there was no glass left in Masumi's jump suit. The only
passion he could muster was a loo
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