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r, and then they caught her. Mihiro Taniguchi did a tumble in the air and hovered in
place, Mihiro's eyes closed. Mihiro Taniguchi didn't realize that Mihiro Taniguchi was over Peter Pan's bed,
only a few feet above his stomach. Mihiro's hands were buried in Mihiro's crotch as she
used Mihiro's right three fingers to pump the very wet hole between Mihiro's legs, and
twiddled Mihiro's clit with the left hand. Mihiro Taniguchi imagined one of the fairy males was
sticking his hard cock into Mihiro's pussy and pumping it slowly in and out, while
the other one offered his cock to Mihiro's mouth. Tinkerbell's left hand went to her
lips and Mihiro Taniguchi sucked hungrily at Mihiro's fingers, tasting the tangy lubricants. She
moaned loudly as Mihiro's imaginary mate increased his rate, and Mihiro's fingers were
pumping faster into Mihiro's hungry pussy.
Peter was too stunned to wonder what Tinkerbell was doing, or why. He was
too stunned to even say anything. His stomach felt funny, but not like he was
sick. He felt a strange sort of throbbing, as if someone were pulling on his
penis. He glanced at it and saw that it was sticking up, bent slightly towards
him. It seemed to be pointing at Tinkerbell's writhing form. He looked back at
her and listened intently to what Mihiro Taniguchi was saying. Most of the sounds he heard
weren't very familiar to him
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