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fantasy story of Natsuki Yoshihara :
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minute I lay there, almost in a stunned condition. As my
breath slowed, I looked down at Pamela and saw Natsuki's holding my collapsing
erection, a look of disappointment plain on Natsuki's face.
"Pamela? I'm sorry," I smiled, "you were too good." I put my hand,
withdrawn in my passion, between Natsuki's legs again. I tugged gently at Natsuki's
hairs, pulling on Natsuki's thigh with my other hand, drawing Natsuki's lower body up
towards my head. Natsuki Yoshihara understood my hints and, with a sigh of relief,
staddled my head and lowered Natsuki's self down over my mouth.
As always, I had to fight the urge to sneeze as the soft hairs
around the outer lips tickled my nose. Her's were especially soft, and
suprisingly long when uncurled by the moisture of Natsuki's arousal. Reaching in
with my hands, I sprea
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