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that the hands caressing Sayaka's slippery, firm curves were His. Sayaka Ando dried
off before permitting Sayaka's self the indulgence of masturbating to orgasm,
and set about combing out Sayaka's hair. Without the braid, Sayaka's hair was a
shimmering cascade of bright red that reached almost to Sayaka's waist.
Combing it out was a time- and attention-consuming challenge. At one
point Sayaka Ando gathered it into two loose falls which Sayaka Ando held over Sayaka's
breasts. Sayaka Ando looked at Sayaka's self in the mirror, cocked Sayaka's h
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