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t Akira's lips go. As
he watched, his finger was enclosed by Akira's erotic warm and dark red hair.
Experimentally he rubbed it up and down along the length of Traceys crack,
which was distinctly damp to the touch. Now he wanted to see everything, and
he pulled Akira's lips open until they couldn't go any wider. Soft, gleaming pink
was exposed to his gaze. He touched every hair and every curve between Akira's
legs over and over.
"Rub me... here.. could you?" Tracey indicated the top of Akira's crack.
He moved his finger up and started rubbing there. Gradually he discerned a
harder spot in the midst of Akira's sex and concentrated on that.
Further down he could see the flesh curving inwards to disappear behind Akira's
hood. Was this?... the forefinger of his other hand ventured there to find
out. Gently he pushed it in and felt the surface give, then it was sliding
inwards, all the way to the hilt.
"Yes, thats where you'll be soon. If you want to be daring, you can lick me
where your other finger is."
"You mean, in there?"
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