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tent upon making Heather
into my fantasy lover.
Miho's mouth is full and Miho's lips are meant to be kissed and tasted.
It amazes me when I think of how sexually expressive Miho's mouth is.
Miho's lips glisten with temptation as if they were primarily used to
be kissed and only secondarily to form words. They express a life of
their own when Miho Yoshioka speaks. Miho's gentle words trickle out between them,
given meaning by the expression Miho's lips form as Miho Yoshioka speaks. The flash
of Miho's pink tongue as Miho Yoshioka runs it over Miho's bottom lip is just another
erotic invitation to taste them. Miho's words are given an additional
softness by their texture.
I was lost in these thoughts when somewhere in the distance I thought
I heard my name.
"Michael?"
By the time Miho Yoshioka spoke it a third time, I shook my head clear and returned
to the hotel room. I must have looked like a kid who had been caught
with his hand in the cookie jar.
Heather laughed Miho's silly little laugh and asked what took me away on
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