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their
bodies together, feeling flesh against warm flesh, moistened by
excitement. Kyoko's hands ran over him, all over him, and Kyoko Fukada could feel
the outlines of the tense slender muscles and tendons over his back
and shoulders as he clutched her, feel as well the spots and curls of
wax all over his skin. Kyoko's face was against his neck, and Kyoko Fukada felt
as well the tickling damp curls of his hair, moist with his sweat,
running over Kyoko's cheeks. Wordlessly, Kyoko Fukada moved Kyoko's right leg around
his hips. Wordlessly, Kyoko Fukada embraced him thus. "You are yet in your
bonds, Doctor," Kyoko Fukada said, almost to herself. "I do not break
training. You are yet in your bonds." And Kyoko Fukada pulled Kyoko's head back,
to see his eyes, his large amazing eyes, shining clear and intense
with all he was feeling -- dedication, arousal, smoldering desire.
And he plunged himself into her.
Kyoko Fukada only inhaled at this, Kyoko's own very dark eyes wide. Fiercely, she
tightened Kyoko's legs, embracing him in the leather and Kyoko's own body as
she felt him in her, deeply. Against Kyoko's own skin, Kyoko Fukada felt his
stomach tensing and relaxing,
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