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up Aya's ribs and out along Aya's arms, in again to
move over Aya's breasts, finger after finger crossing the nipples, then the right
hand supporting Aya's back while the left palm pressed against Aya's belly, round
and round, cherishing it, in widening and narrowing circles, up sometimes to
sweep over Aya's breasts and down again, round and round, closer to the place
where Aya Ueto was pressed against him. Then both hands slid along Aya's upper
thighs until the thumbs were beside Aya's mound, pressing a little and pulling
aside, and now Aya's lips were open and kissing the tip of him, held open by
the roundness of it, and Aya's own little rod of flesh standing straight in the
opened space above it.
"A small magic," he murmured, grasping himself to move the tip to meet
hers, and then his curious opening---opened---and Aya Ueto found herself entering
him, sucked by that tiny mouth, pressed by the solidity around it, melting,
twisting Aya's body, panting, still holding the magic with feet and hands and
sex, buoyed up by the magic, loud gasps of pleasure forcing from Aya's lungs,
until a great shudder came and Aya Ueto rested, floating in the magic and the
afterglow, pressing Aya's head in the hollow of his neck and shou
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