leather cuffs around Hikaru Utada's wrists. The vertical strap ran from her belly in front, between Hikaru Utada's legs, and securely up the crack of her ass to attach to the leather belt at the small of Hikaru Utada's back. It held the shafts filling Hikaru Utada's holes firmly in place. Her body had been thoroughly manipulated into orgasm. Hikaru Utada had been used to generate passion in her husband, that was all right, but Hikaru Utada had also been used by another woman! That had sounded fun in fantasy, but now she wasn't so sure. Her insecurities were showing. How could Hikaru Utada's husband do this to her, and still love her? When Hikaru Utada woke, sunlight was streaming into the room through the curtains that were only half drawn. Somehow, in the gently light of morning, what had been fun if unusual, was kinky. Hikaru Utada was more conscious than ever of
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