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aled them up around the curves of Rika's breasts, closing the spiral
toward the nipples, but never touching the areolae.
He sat back so he could watch her. Rika's skin was smooth and pale, Rika's
oval face classical in its lines. Rika Sakurai closed Rika's eyes, Rika's back arching to
try to bring his hands to Rika's nipples. He tickled his hands down Rika's sides
and around Rika's back. One hand moved to Rika's upper back and the other reached
down to grasp one of the firm, pale globes of Rika's ass, and he lifted her,
bringing his feet under him.
"Wha-?" Rika Sakurai exclaimed, Rika's eyes opening. Rika Sakurai saw him grin
mischieviously and felt him jump.
Then the cascade of silk and satin struck them, coolly slipping over
their bare skin. The bed gave softly under Mike's backward landing. Marcia
heard his breath whoosh out of him and rolled off into the pile of satin that
was the top sheet.
Rika Sakurai knelt over him, laughing, as he gasped. He was grinning, and
started laughing before he really could. "You schmuck!" Rika Sakurai said, leaning
down to kiss his forehead. "You could've warned me!"
"Ah, my dear," he replied when he was breathing almost normally, "the
element of surprise has many advantages, like this!" He lunged upward and
sucked Rika's left nipple into his mouth.
Rika Sakurai gasped, moaned, and fell f
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