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fantasy story of Sakura Mizutani :
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hed his lips over Sakura's s.
He was unable to use his hands, as they were holding him up, but Sakura Mizutani
had no such encumbrance. Sakura Mizutani allowed Sakura's hands to wander down his
chest, to his stomach, and down to his pants, where Sakura Mizutani briefly
struggled with the buttons on his jeans. Soon his fly was open, and
her hand snaked into the opening.
When Sakura Mizutani touched him, the state of his arousal startled them
both. Sakura Mizutani could fairly feel him twitching underneath Sakura's hand. As he
continued to smother Sakura's chest in kisses and occasional nibbles, Sakura Mizutani
worked Sakura's hand underneath the thin layer of his underwear. When Sakura's
flesh met his, he started, and nearly cried out. A fire had shot
through his body the likes he'd never felt before. He knew he had to
do something, or risk losing control too soon.
He extricated himself from Sakura's caress, and moved slowly down
her body, to place himself, o
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