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sexual fantasy story of Natsumi Kawai :
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traying
Natsumi's inner emotions. I reached down for Natsumi's leg and felt Natsumi's quiver with my
touch, move even closer to me as we kissed, at first tentatively and
quickly with force. I pushed Natsumi's back and Natsumi Kawai grabbed me, running Natsumi's
hands up and down my back as we rubbed our bodies together.
A quick motion and Natsumi Kawai removed my shirt, leaving my work-tired chest bare
to the room, kissing me down my neck and then holding me tight. Natsumi's blond
hair fell against the cushion behind Natsumi's , spreading out broadly and
contrasting with the darkness of the room. With Natsumi's help we removed Natsumi's
shirt and tank-top bra, leaving two small round breasts for my attentions.
Natsumi Kawai too had worked most of the afternoon and night, and our worn bodies
ached for release, for an excuse to be tired and dirty. I alternately
kissed Natsumi's and ran my fingers across Natsumi's stomach, teasing toward Natsumi's
breasts until finally catching them with my mout
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