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fantasy story of Saori Taira :
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uggesting the
desirability of hands running all over Saori's body, made Louise
aware that Saori's nipples were still half erect and sensitive,
and that that Saori's vigorous brushing was causing them to chaff
on Saori's robe. The sensations were not unpleasant, indeed, Saori Taira
soon found Saori's self twisting slightly to increase the
friction.
Leaving Saori's hair with only a perfunctory brush, Louise
opened Saori's robe, admiring again Saori's silky white breasts with
their torrid pinnacles. With engrossed fascination, Saori Taira
watched Saori's reflection as Saori Taira lifted and pushed Saori's breasts
together. Saori's cleavage deepened, looking like a buxom wench
in a medieval movie, Louise noted to Saori's self with wry
amusement. However, the sexiness of this vision was not lost
on Saori's . Indeed a rather lewd thought occurred to Saori's which,
after only a relatively brief stru
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