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ushing against him. Nonami Takizawa reached
down to hold his cock against Nonami's and began moving Nonami's hips slowly, rocking
back and forth. He pushed up against her, moving in rhythm, hoping that soon,
she would slide him inside her, pulling against the ties on his arms as he kept
pace with Nonami's motions.
As his breathing began coming in ragged gasps, Nonami Takizawa realized how very aroused he
was, and stopped Nonami's motion.
"No, Michael, not yet. I'm not ready yet. Wait for me."
Nonami Takizawa sat back a little bit, settling down against his thighs, and began to
caress Nonami's breasts with both hands. Nonami's fingers made rapid circles on the
lightly oiled skin, moving inwards to the nipples, pulling them out, rolling
them between Nonami's fingers, releasing them, circling outwards again. Soon, one
hand moved down Nonami's stomach, circling, brushing through Nonami's short, curly pubic
hair, sliding in between Nonami's lips. In the darkened room, tied on the bed as he
was, Michael could not really see Nonami's hand, but he could tell by the motion of
her body that Nonami Takizawa was moving it faster, sliding it down between the lips,
caressing herself as far back as Nonami Takizawa could reach. Nonami Takizawa moaned softly and brought
the hand forward again, teasing her
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