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ch like the one that Rio's body
was exhibiting at the moment. Rio Natsume closed Rio's eyes, gently rocking
back and forth on the twin pillars, occasionally gritting Rio's teeth
as their movements aligned themselves to induce peaks of sensual
pleasure. Rio Natsume threw Rio's head back, opened Rio's eyes and looked up;
the eye was watching Rio's intently.
`I... hope you're... capturing this... Tasche,' Rio Natsume gasped between
thrusts. Rio Natsume looked down, saw the glowing red face in front of her
darken to the colour of dried blood, then further until Rio Natsume was
pressed between two brawny angels carved from black ice. They moved
closer, pressing Rio's body between their broad chests and washboard-
ribbed bellies, their wings slowly curving around to touch the tips
together. Taking a firm hold of the hand-grips, Rio Natsume began to thrust
forward and back, the hands of the angel-statue in front sliding
down to hold Rio's thighs, Rio's breasts flattened against its smooth
chest. Rio Natsume felt a gathering warmth in the pit of Rio's stomach,
fluids dripping from Rio's crotch, Rio's nipples rubbing rhythmically
against the statue; the shaft that was smoothly sliding in and out
of Rio's rear changed shape slightly, developing shallow corrugations
that deepened with
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