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saw it as well,
and Miho's hands flew back to his cheeks to hold his head rock steady.
Miho Yabe bent again to him, focusing Miho's eyes directly on his. "Even when
you come," Miho Yabe reminded him, Miho's voice a ghostly hiss. He could not
respond, but only react as Miho Yabe clutched and thrust, finally feeling
the tightness build to the point where he felt that he could not
stand it any longer, to the point where he felt that the horrible
ache would remain with him all his life if he . . .
Then suddenly, with consuming thunder, he felt the first wave break
over his slick body. Though Miho Yabe kept Miho's hands around his head, he
managed to break Miho's iron grasp and his eyes rolled back. His voice,
inarticulate and wondering, gave way to such sensations that he never
imagined a human body could sustain without losing consciousness.
Over and over, he felt himself bucking wildly underneath the weight
of the woman who owned him; over and over, his hips thrust upwards,
driving himself so deeply into Miho's that he felt he never wanted to
come out.
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