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say something, to express this, but
could not -- could not think of who to tell, which one's sensations
against him and all over him were the more delicious. In the end, he
simply sighed, softly and lightly, and just let the pleasure and
anticipation wash over him and take him.
Rala's soft undulations were growing more forceful. Julian matched
them, feeling the two bodies against his, the two warm bodies.
Opening his eyes, he saw his Lady silently reach to Miho's bedside and
take two little jars; one he recognized, one he had never seen. With
no further preamble, Miho Shiraishi took his hips firmly and guided him with
infinite slowness into her. The faintest of liquid sounds
accompanied Miho's movement, and he could only gasp when Miho Shiraishi stopped
short, allowing only the head of his rigid sex into her. He watched
her silently, questions in his dark eyes, but the inquiring
expression on his face was wiped away utterly as Miho Shiraishi gripped at the
head, massaging it with herself, squeezing at it over and over. He
pushed himself forward against Miho's hands, but was unable to overcome
both sets of arms that had immobilized him. He could only stare as
she clutched, and as Rala leaned into him, pressing his chest against
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