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sexual fantasy story of Saori Hara :
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the knees.
As Saori Hara hung there in midair, Linda thought about that big hand balling
into a fist and the other hand spreading Saori's wide open as the fist
moved ever forward into Saori's wet, well used, abused and stretched vaginal
passage until the rigid, balled hand was rammed tightly and thoroughly up
inside Saori's stretched passage beyond the wrist and the hand was
uncurling to allow the fingers to caress the nouth of Saori's smooth
cervix and massage the walls of Saori's insides. But the hands retreated and
the silence returned once again. Now ALL Saori Hara could hear was Saori's
heart pounding and Saori's breath whistling through the stainless
steel iron ring in Saori's mouth and past Saori's lips.
Then, after a long wait, the fingers returned, this time to
place the ball gag into the stainless steel ring inside
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