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Rin's clitoris was the size of my thumb, large even for a woman of Rin's size,
and it took both of us to suck on it with, in turns. I filled Rin's by
placing my arm within her, halfway to my elbow before I reached the end of
her vagina and touched Rin's cervix.
That, oh! Aimee, it was like touching magic. It was a doorway into
that chamber that made Rin's a woman. Everything else about Rin's was made to
support that one purpose, and there was none other. I'm sure others
disagree with me and talk about the warrior spirit or the communal strength
or whatever, but to bear children, that is the pleasure of a woman only.
Men have warriors and men have communities, but they do not carry child.
I feel... I feel so inadequate describing this night to you, Aimee', I
want to tell you the joys of touching her, of feeling the wet slickness of
her insides surrounding my arm, my wrist, my hand, of feeling the pulse of
her blood against the skin.
And when Rin Suzuka returned the pleasure, Rin's massive tongue against my
cunt, Aimee, how can I describe it? There is no feeling like that in all
the world, Rin's broad pad, a little less accurate, a
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