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r breasts swayed, reminding Misaki's of Misaki's exposed
position .
Misaki's Master reached around and ran the ice over Misaki's nipples,
leaving them erect and aching to be touched.
"They like seeing your nipples erect," he said, returning the
ice to Misaki's clit. "Lets make them sway a bit more." Misaki Ito felt
his hard cock draw across Misaki's snatch a couple of times, then
insistently pushing against Misaki's asshole. The water from the
ice had diluted Misaki's juices, so he was barely lubed. She
concentrated hard on relaxing Misaki's asshole and accommodating
him, but the ice he was still using on Misaki's snatch and clit
effectively prevented that. Misaki Ito gasped in pain and pleasure
as he thrust his way into her.
"I'd clamp your nipples, but I want the folks on the street
to think you're a slut, not a wierdo." Misaki Ito had forgotten about
them again, and Misaki Ito gasped again as Misaki's feelings of exposure
made Misaki's even more tense. Misaki's Master began to thrust in
earnest, rubbing hard on Misaki's clit, and pushing Misaki's belly
painfully against the balcony railing. Misaki Ito lost hers
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