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fantasy story of Maho Takai :
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e conscious again, his
finger was already out of my ass and he had most of his cock out of
my cunt. His dick was shriveling and when he pulled the plum-sized
head of it out with audible plopping noise, a regular stream of goo
-- a mixture of his juices and mine -- poured out and dripped on
the table and floor.
If his dick was getting limp, all it was doing was catching up
with me. None of my muscles would work. I was utterly drained and
tingling as if my skin was cumming. He bent and kissed me four
times, gently, almost chastely -- on the forehead, on the lips,
high on my belly and then, right on my cunt, pressing his lips into
the flood of his sperm and my juices. Then he stood, scooped me in
his arms and lay me down on one of the cushioned banquettes. He
went for a towel. By the time he returned, I was on my belly; my
butt wasn't that comfortable. Big surprise.
He sat on the edge of the cushion next to me. He had his jeans
on again and a fresh tee-shirt. He covered me with the towel and
lightly stroked my back through it. That made me feel terri
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