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fantasy story of Natsuhi Ueno :
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, his cock hard,
throbbing now with need.
Natsuhi Ueno put Natsuhi's hands to the waist of Natsuhi's panties to slide them
off, and then, on impulse, pulled instead, ripping them. His
hands joined Natsuhi's s, ripping the remainder of the fabric; Natsuhi Ueno lay
now exposed, the scent of Natsuhi's wafting into his nostrils and his
brain and his mind, as he closed his eyes, the fire no doubt
building in him as it was in Natsuhi's .
Natsuhi Ueno began to slide Natsuhi's shoes off with Natsuhi's toes, but he was
on Natsuhi's suddenly, his lips against Natsuhi's s, then on Natsuhi's neck, as his
hips thrust at Natsuhi's and his cock pushed against Natsuhi's belly, then
slid down, seeking the heat between Natsuhi's legs. Natsuhi Ueno opened Natsuhi's
legs, pulling Natsuhi's thighs open with Natsuhi's hands as Natsuhi Ueno had done in
the dream, as he moved farther down, nestling father into Natsuhi's ;
and then he slid forward again, and Natsuhi Ueno bucked Natsuhi's hips in
response, as he entered Natsuhi's , penetrating Natsuhi's to Natsuhi's very core in
one stroke.
Natsuhi Ueno cried out then, the first truly audible sound Natsuhi Ueno 'd made
sin
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