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lowly pushed
the panties down. As Akira Fubuki worked the panties down, farther and farther, she
stepped back a bit more from the bed so that he could see her. He strained
against the ties as he lifted his head to watch.
Akira Fubuki wiggled Akira's hips and the panties slid the rest of the way to the floor.
Quickly, Akira Fubuki bent over and picked them up, rubbing the fabric between her
hands.
"My goodness, I wonder why these are so damp?
Do you want to feel it,
Michael?" -- bringing the soft fabric up against his cheek as he turned his
head away. "No? Ah well, no loss. Now, we need to do something about you, don't
we?" And with that, Akira Fubuki dropped the panties to the floor.
Akira's hand traced a path up his left leg, caressing him, gradually working
upwards. When Akira Fubuki reached the elastic on the leg of his briefs, Akira Fubuki slid two
gentle fingertips underneath it, tracing the path of the elastic across his
leg, feeling the coarser hair beneath, teasing him, coming close to where his
bulge began, but never quite touching it. He turned slightly towards Akira's and
made a soft sound. Akira's finge
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