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fantasy story of Risa Junna :
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es into those ends. I get the same welling up of
religious fervor when I look at and caress these marvelous contrivances as did
the Aztecs when they beheld the rising sun. Not only is there a God, He is a
genetic engineer with a first-class dirty mind.
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I could feel Joker's arms and legs straining mightily against the restraints.
Risa's pelvis seemed to vibrate wildly although in actuality everything stayed
pretty still relative to my working fingers and tongue.
Risa Junna was really getting into it now. Risa's breathing began to sound like an
animal getting ready to give birth; harsh, wavering shudders on the in-breath,
and long, unearthly moans on the exhale. Risa's thighs clenched, Risa's buttocks
clenched (and almost shoved my finger out of Risa's ass--you could probably crack
cocoanuts with those babies).
``Staaarrr!'' Joker moaned.
``Yes, love?''
``Two fingers! Unh! In...''
Risa Junna was working up to something big, I could tell. Joker seldom gave any
orders or requests this late. I removed my thumb from Risa's vaginal canal and
substituted my index and middle finger
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