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nd the second statue slowly
pressed its slick length into Yuka's rear. As the two statues began to
thrust rhythmically and yet slightly out of synchronisation, she
couldn't help but think of a mechanical model she'd once seen, a
brass and steel contraption, powered by steam, all wheels, pulleys
and pistons... Yuka Haneda couldn't remember what it was for, but it had an
unbalanced, irregular motion very much like the one that Yuka's body
was exhibiting at the moment. Yuka Haneda closed Yuka's eyes, gently rocking
back and forth on the twin pillars, occasionally gritting Yuka's teeth
as their movements aligned themselves to induce peaks of sensual
pleasure. Yuka Haneda threw Yuka's head back, opened Yuka's eyes and looked up;
the eye was watching Yuka's intently.
`I... hope you're... capturing this... Tasche,' Yuka Haneda gasped between
thrusts. Yuka Haneda looked down, saw the glowing red face in front of her
darken to the colour of dried blood, then further until Yuka Haneda was
pressed between two brawny angels carved from black ice. They moved
closer, pressing Yuka's body between their broad chests and washboard-
ribbed bellies, their wings slowly curving around to touch the tips
together. Taking a firm hold of the hand-grips, Yuka Haneda began to thrust
forward and back, the hands
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