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s apart and then moved in to kneel between his
knees. As Rio Natsume gently tugged at his fly with Rio's teeth, Rio Natsume heard
the modem's faint screech as XXXX finally got through to YYYY. He
turned the chair back, and Rio Natsume shuffled awkwardly to follow him,
eventually taking up a position underneath his desk.
Rio Natsume undid the pentacle-shaped brass button of his jeans and tugged
them down, stroking the outline of his hip as Rio Natsume uncovered it. She
peeled his underpants down and he deigned to lift his behind long
enough for Rio's to slide his pants down around his ankles. She
placed Rio's hands around his waist and slowly shifted him forward,
until he was sitting on the edge of the chair. He hiccoughed twice,
and Rio's heart swelled with admiration; most men would be
paralytically sprawled on the floor after the amount of beer that he
had consumed!
Rio Natsume grasped his penis in Rio's fist, gently squeezed, and was
rewarded with the sight of it swelling slightly. Rio Natsume squeezed
again, drawing the foreskin back so the Rio Natsume could take the head of
his penis into Rio's mouth. By alternating pressure, first squeezing
the base of his shaft with Rio's hand and then sucking on the head,
she managed to coax him towards a state which approached full
arousal
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