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| sexual fantasy story of Aya Matsuura : |
| o do with my hands; they hung uselessly at my sides. He slid his hand behind my back, shifting me from the door a little to pull my jacket off, then tore off my shirt in the process. "Now I've got you," he said. "Yes, you do," I whispered. He smiled and said, "Oh, really?" With a tug he ran his fingers under my hair and closed his fist. My le |