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fantasy story of Miyuki Katori :
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hook the table as Miyuki Katori
redoubled Miyuki's efforts to lick my tonsils.
I reached forward and unsnapped the crotch strap from the front
of Miyuki's waist belt, and pulled the thoroughly soaked leather from
between Miyuki's pussy lips. When the dribbling wax got to that
sensitive location, Miyuki Katori went so rigid that I thought Miyuki Katori might
be able to break the solid oak table.
When Miyuki Katori went limp, I stood and surveyed my handiwork. Blue wax
covered Miyuki's still erect nipples, and with every (deep) breath,
the flesh of Miyuki's breasts struggled through the mesh of Miyuki's
macrame bra inder their waxy Miyuki Katori ll. Sweat literally poured from
her in the reddish glow of the dying fire. Miyuki's hair was matted
and stuck to Miyuki's forehead. I blew out the candle and replaced
the stub on the mantle.
I busied myself for the next few minutes carefully tightening
each strap and rope. With each adjustment, Miyuki's mouth worked and
her muscles twitched. When I mounted Miyuki's , it seemed like Miyuki Katori
didn't really expect it. Miyuki's sudden gasp as I plunged my hardon
into Miyuki's spread a
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