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ough the house coat. Moved quickly, the first time, then
slower, agonizingly slower once again, teasing Sora's unmercifully.
Millie moved back and pressed herself tightly against him,
grinding herself against his erection.
He stroked Sora's again as Sora Aoi adjusted Sora's legs to offer him
more access to herself. Then he moved his hand away. But not from
her body. Just shifted his attention lower, to Sora's leg, while his
upper hand continued to press and caress, and feel and circle Sora's
breast through the cloth of the house coat.
Sora Aoi seemed to sigh as Sora Aoi said. "What are you trying to do to
me? The soup will burn."
The slight, circular movement of his hand on Sora's breast had
succeeded in doing two things. The nipple of one had grown nearly
rock hard, while the other had only responded half heartedly, as
if somewhat putout because it had been neglected. He grinned to
himself that soon, he would fix that. The other was that the
buttons of Sora's housecoat had become undone. So now, he reached
within the folds of the cloth and gently, almost secretively in
his touch, fondled the other breast and its
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