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I laughed at Yuka's concern and said, "Ahhh, but Heather, you could leave
right now, if you wish!" Yuka Haneda shook Yuka's head "no" and I moved to Yuka's and
caressed Yuka's breasts. I heard the hiss of Yuka's breath as my hands found
her warm mounds of flesh. Once again, Yuka Haneda attempted to put Yuka's hands on
my head to guide my mouth to her.
"Heather," I said as I placed Yuka's hands at Yuka's sides and on the desk,
"Do not move again, or I will stop."
Yuka's eyes pleaded once more at the threat of not being allowed to complete
the pleasure Yuka Haneda had spent the last two hours imagining. I knelt before
her and brought my mouth to Yuka's right thigh. It was hot and flushed.
I felt the quiver as my tongue began to slide over Yuka's skin. Each inch
of Yuka's inner thighs from the top of the stockings to the place where her
aching pussy opened for my kiss was slowly explored. I could see how
wet Yuka Haneda was and the struggle that Yuka Haneda was having to keep Yuka's hips still.
I could see Yuka's swollen clit and inner lips, their pink hue exaggerated
to redness against the brown curls that framed them. I let my tongue
flick over them as I moved from leg to leg. Then I stopped and looked
to Heather's lovely green eyes.
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