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| fantasy story of Momoko Komachi : |
| your chest, without moving, to concentrate on kissing you before moving on. Slowly, his hands finish unbuttoning your blouse, and the sides fall away like petals to a flower. He unhooks your bra, and carefully lays the straps on either side of you. He breaks the kiss in order to look at your form, lying next to his, open, vulnerable. You dont feel the vulnerability, only the desire to have him next to you. You have finished unbuttoning his shirt, and you |