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fantasy story of Junko Kaieda :
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angerous. Since then, our only
acknowledgment of each others existence had taken the form of ruthless
character attacks to anyone who would listen.
But two nights ago, he and I ended up in bed. I'm not quite sure how that
happened, but we had some very *nice* vanilla sex. He was as well-built as
when I first noticed him years ago, and somewhere in our mutual hatred there
had always been sexual tension. His wide, 6'3" frame still dwarfed mine, a
curvacious 5'5" (I've always felt that my chest was *too* large to be
attractive, but I've been assured by numerous partners that they are more than
firm enough to be appealing). I've always been a sucker for broad shoulders,
a well-developed chest, and a washboard stomach. And a cock *almost* too
large to have fun with. When I'm relaxed enough, I can usually deep-throat,
but I didn't even try with him.
Before he left, he asked a leading question about my sexual proclivities, and
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