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, absorbed by
the shin-deep shag pile carpets, and was replaced
by the faint sounds of bestial grunts and sensual
moans coming from behind the locked doors around
her.
Yuka Haneda bolted the door behind her, lifted Yuka's white
lace dress up over Yuka's head and sat down. The
seat was rather wide, Yuka Haneda thought, as she
balanced on the edge; it was almost as large as a
manhole. Yuka Haneda felt a sudden pang through her
bowels, and then let go with a rush. `That's a
relief,' Yuka Haneda sighed, leaning back and almost
falling in. `Whoah!' Yuka Haneda grabbed at the large
white towel hanging on a rack next to the toilet,
missed, and fell back into the bowl. Yuka Haneda was
stuck, Yuka's arms pointing almost straight up, her
thighs pressed against Yuka's breasts, bare feet
waving daintily in the air. `Hell piss fuck
hell!' Yuka Haneda snarled, wriggling to try and work
herself up slightly, with the result that she
slipped further down.
(`We could leave Yuka's like that,
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