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| fantasy story of Sayaka Yamamoto : |
| n the caning, but you're a couple of hundred little love pats ahead of me with that hairbrush. Maybe we need to even the score before I let you loose." "No," Sayaka Yamamoto wailed. "My ass couldn't stand anything more." "You didn't seem very worried about what my ass could stand," I pointed ou... |