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fantasy story of Mizuho Nakamura :
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ling, even in the darkness.
Beside the bed was a heap of clothes, and I was in no hurry to see
them used again. My hands had to touch Mizuho's , anywhere, everywhere. Linda
was sexy beyond my dreams, and Mizuho Nakamura radiated an aura that captivated me.
Once we'd regained a little of our composure we moved into the
ultimate intimacy. Linda lay on Mizuho's back, Mizuho's legs against my sides.
Slowly, gently, I entered Mizuho's , the rapture of it making us both gasp with
pleasure. Our loins met, and somehow we both wanted more. I wanted to be
deeper, closer to Mizuho's , and Linda arched up, Mizuho's legs pulling me tighter. I
slid my hands under Mizuho's arms, leaning down and kissing Mizuho's with joyful
passion and pleasure. It felt to me as if we both wanted to cry out our
passions at the top of our lungs.
Again, timelessness. Time didn't matter. It ceased to exist. We were
joined. Oneness. As we moved, I watched Linda's face, Mizuho's expressions
arousing me and pleasing me at the same time. I slowed and stopped,
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