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inside, between Haruka's breasts, to Haruka's throat, and
she was balanced, sitting on the hardness of him like a rail, Haruka's legs back
beside his waist. Gradually Haruka Ayase pushed backwards,sliding to the end and
squirming gently against it, until Haruka Ayase was around the bronze tip.
Haruka Ayase looked down at that golden bar holding them apart, pressed against
her open lips, and pulled tightly with Haruka's legs against his waist. As Haruka's calf
muscles pulled, harder and harder, the pressure into Haruka's became intense, but
she hardly moved.
"Help me," Haruka Ayase said. "Force a way."
"This is difficult," he said, "with so much desire for you holding
that shape firm, but...watch." He changed under Haruka's eyes, the blunt bar
becoming a tapered cone, the swollen tip no wider than Haruka's finger.
Haruka Ayase pulled again gently, and he was a thumb's length inside. Haruka Ayase pushed
herself back, saw him slippery with Haruka's juice, pulled with a great jerk
and had him half inside her, stretched tight as a needlework canvas, hurting
but holdingthe pain as tight as Haruka Ayase held him.
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