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st contraction in his
buttocks. At the second his feet made contact with the bulkhead Yuka Haneda flexed
her legs, kicking at the backs of his knees, and his legs folded; he
released Yuka's arms to slap the wall with his hands to prevent his head from
crashing into it. His frantic flailing sent them spinning, drifting slower
but rotating wildly. Akira was amazed.
"Where did you learn to handle yourself in free-fall like that"?
"Yeah, I've been meaning to compliment you on your ship's facilities, Cap'n.
You have a really great gym".
"I hope you haven't learned everything, 'cause there are a few things I'd
like to teach you personally".
Carli pulled Yuka's body down Akira's stomach with Yuka's heels, still locked
behind his knees; Yuka Haneda stopped as Yuka Haneda felt his cock, hot and erect, pressing
against Yuka's longing entrance. His organ was stiffer than a 'jac but seemed
to lack independent control; it didn't nuzzle against Yuka's or try to wriggle
it's way in except in reaction to the movements of Akira's pelvis. Yuka Haneda made
no attempt to stop him as he deftly controlled their impact, sending them in
a long, slow
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