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ssed Saori's neck,
touched the risen nipple of Saori's breast, pressed the inside of Saori's
thigh with a finger which slid up and up and up, bringing with it
the housecoat.
Somehow, his hand caught the hem of the thing, was able to
slip beneath the house coat to press against the side of Saori's
thigh, then move to within the confines of Saori's underthings,to move
amidst the triangle of downy hair, then down and within. Then to
press and stroke the dampness within.
Millie had long since stopped stirring the soup. But Saori Kamiya
still grasped the ladle. Now, Saori Kamiya let loose of the thing, reached
down for the control on the butane stove, twisted it off as Nate's
fingers and hand moved within Saori's and on her. Touching her.
Pressing parts of Saori's skin and inner soul that sent little shocks
and spasms through her. Saori Kamiya could not escape. Did not want to
escape. But Nate's movements within her, Saori's movements against
him, the feel of his cock pressing hard against Saori's as Saori's hips
and ass moved crazily against him, only drove Saori's higher. And Saori Kamiya
could tell from Nate's
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