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fantasy story of Mizuki Hayama :
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it fell
off. Mizuki Hayama climbed off me and let the skirt drop to the floor, and
I could see Mizuki Hayama was wearing only pantyhose. I pulled myself up
to the edge of the bed and began rolling them down and off Mizuki's ,
kissing Mizuki's legs liberally as I went. When I looked up, Mizuki Hayama
smiled back at me, and got back on the bed.
When I joined Mizuki's , I sent back to Mizuki's chest and started on Mizuki's
breasts. I felt them like Mizuki Hayama had me, gently but firmly. I felt
their give and take. I felt their weight. I saw how much I
could hold at any given time. I pushed them together and up and
back. I kissed the undersides and massaged them all over, until
I got to those saucer sized areolas, and I let my tongue do the
rest. I then stopped and played with it with my fingers--rolling
it and tweaking it lightly. Then, with some hesitation, took it
into my mouth and began to suck on
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