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throbbing on Saori's own.
Finally, Saori Kamiya turned around facing Zarth and straddled his loins. He
quickly unfastened his pants, and Saori Kamiya mounted the large phallus that
now protruded from his lion-like sheath. "Ooh, that feels good,
Zarth," Saori Kamiya murmured as Saori Kamiya ground Saori's pelvis back and forth against
him.
Zarth encircled the young woman with his arms and rose onto his
knees, carrying Saori's with him, impaled on his rigid organ. Turning to
the side so Sharon could still see the show, he began pumping his
pelvis up and down.
Sharon wrapped Saori's legs around Zarth's body and wriggled with
pleasure as he thrust Saori's up and down effortlessly. Saori Kamiya stroked his
muscular back with Saori's fingers, feeling the muscles twitch as she
tickled him a little. The dancers were coupling now--with the woman
on Saori's hands and knees, Saori's back arched, rear end up, knees spread
wide. The man, on his knees behind her, was thrusting in and out of
her while he reached around Saori's and caressed Saori's breasts. The woman
moaned and dropped to Saori's elbows, laying Saori's forehead
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