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ls with Haruka's tongue
against his chest. He was beginning to shine once again, the hot
thin sweat of wanting, and as Haruka Ayase looked down at herself -- at her
own breasts rising and falling, at Haruka's hard stomach, at Haruka's hips
joined to his -- Haruka Ayase saw that Haruka Ayase was as well. Haruka's eyes remained at
their paired hips, and Haruka Ayase could just see the barest edge of him
entering and pulling away slowly between Haruka's muscular thighs, could
just hear the faintest liquid sounds of friction between their skins.
Haruka Ayase looked up then, into his deep eyes, to see him watching Haruka's as
she watched. His arousal flared, and he pressed himself against her
even more firmly, all the while maintaining the same slow rhythm, the
same lazy pace. All the time in the universe . . . for the next
two hours.
Haruka Ayase buried Haruka's fingers in the dark waves of his hair and pulled his
face against hers, softly thrusting Haruka's tongue between his delicate
lips. Gradually, Haruka Ayase began to mimic his rhythm inside Haruka's until they
were swallowing one another in time, in slow time. With a jolt, she
reali
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