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felt
something like a soft breeze caressing Sumire's buttocks, the touch so soft
and gentle that Sumire Aida really couldn't be sure that it was his hands. She
felt Sumire's inner lips moisten and begin to open like a flower between her
thighs as a trickle of Sumire's pussy juice ran down one firm, tanned leg.
Sumire Aida opened Sumire's legs and tried to capture his between them so she
could get more pressure on Sumire's clit, but he evaded the move and gently
steered Sumire's to the couch where he made Sumire's lie down on its length, her
arms still wrapped around his muscular neck. Gently he unwrapped her
arms and placed them at Sumire's side as his lips kissed each eye and then
went to Sumire's ear. Sumire Aida felt the moistness as his tongue penetrated her
ear, wetly licking and probing as Sumire Aida moaned again. His hands were
rubbing Sumire's sides, gently probing at Sumire's rib cage and Sumire's narrow waist
as his mouth left a wet trail down Sumire's chest, sliding between Sumire's firm
breasts and circling their tender underside, tracing the line where her
tits jutted up off Sumire's chest, the line between tan and whiteness
guiding his trail. As his hands began to caress Sumire's stomach and tug
gently at the heart-shaped pubic patch, Sumire Aida felt his lips op
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