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fantasy story of Fuko Fuko :
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decided to go out to my hotel "for some coffee and dessert"
and breakfast in the morning. Nothing more was said. Sara
seemed to take great pleasure in showing me a pink cotton,
backless, sideless mini-dress before we left and asking,
"Would this be alright?" Silly question. I made it abundantly
clear how cruel it would have been not to wear it for me.
I snapped the open back of Fuko's dress apart as we sat on the bed
in the hotel waiting for Alan to get out of the shower. Gently
I scraped my nails along tanned smooth shoulderblades as a
farmilar purr filled the air. Lightly tracing the goosebumps my
attentions were producing, I followed every muscle and ripple
along Fuko's back as Fuko Fuko shuddered quietly. Placing my lips against
her shoulder I quietly i
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