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gina.
Shit, Miwa Oshiro swore. What the fuck am I doing wasting time playing with
myself, when I'll soon be having the real thing. Quickly Miwa Oshiro finished
her shower, and dried herself until Miwa's skin had a pinkish glow. She
checked the time, and saw Jamal should be home shortly, if what Doris
told Miwa's was true. Miwa Oshiro grabbed Miwa's clothing and headed to his room.
Tossing Miwa's clothes on the floor near the bed, Miwa Oshiro laid down and waited.
Time seemed to stand still as Miwa Oshiro lay there, waiting. Bored, she
imagined what it would be like once they were together. As images of
their sweating, lust-crazed bodies filled Miwa's mind, Heather absent-
mindedly stroked Miwa's vagina. As Miwa's imaginary lover filled Miwa's with his
rampant cock, Miwa Oshiro pushed two fingers deep inside her. Miwa's hips arched
upward in response as Miwa Oshiro lightly teased Miwa's awakening clit.
Miwa's thoughts and actions were interrupted by the sound of a door
opening and closing. Miwa Oshiro listened attentively for the sound of footsteps
approaching the room.
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