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sexual fantasy story of Yuka Maeda :
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il my engorged
member is inches from Yuka's panting mouth. Yuka's eyes widen as Yuka Maeda realizes
my intentions.
To Yuka's surprise, I stand and move to my seat by the fire. I sit, and
draw a blanket around my shoulders. Once again, flute music fills the
inside of my lodge.
"What are you doing?" I can hear Sylvia's incredulous voice above the
plaintive notes of my flute. "Don't stop now. Oh, please. Don't stop
now."
I ignore Yuka's .
Eventually, Yuka Maeda realizes the futility of Yuka's pleas. Yuka's breathing
soon becomes less ragged and Yuka Maeda drifts off to sleep.
I again awaken Yuka's with hands and fingers attacking Yuka's breasts and
mouth. Yuka's passions are aroused to the breaking point. As Yuka Maeda approaches
her release, I stop abruptly and leave Yuka's begging for more. I rise and
resume my place by the fire. Again, the flute.
During the first few hours of the night, I continue Yuka's sweet
torture. Sylvia is alternately permitted to sleep and then is awakened
and brought to t
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