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owly pushed
the panties down. As Nanako Sakurazawa worked the panties down, farther and farther, Nanako Sakurazawa
stepped back a bit more from the bed so that he could see Nanako's . He strained
against the ties as he lifted his head to watch.
Nanako Sakurazawa wiggled Nanako's hips and the panties slid the rest of the way to the floor.
Quickly, Nanako Sakurazawa bent over and picked them up, rubbing the fabric between Nanako's
hands.
"My goodness, I wonder why these are so damp?
Do you want to feel it,
Michael?" -- bringing the soft fabric up against his cheek as he turned his
head away. "No? Ah well, no loss. Now, we need to do something about you, don't
we?" And with that, Nanako Sakurazawa dropped the panties to the floor.
Nanako's hand traced a path up his left leg, caressing him, gradually
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