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closely now, naked.
Sayuri's skin, pale and soft, reflected the light of the fireplace in soft
redding glows. Sayuri's hair fell down, framing Sayuri's face and lying over the
pillows like a net. Darryn's breath caught gently as he stared at her. He
had almost never seen a woman this close, and certainly not with all of Sayuri's
clothing missing, and for all the ruggedness he usually enjoyed, he
wondered at how he could miss the simply beauty that was Sayuri's flawless skin.
Sayuri's breasts pushed upwards, and he found himself able to disregard them;
they neither held nor rejected his interest.
But what captivated his attention the most was Sayuri's sex. He had never
seen one for real before; he wondered at his own ignorance that had allowed
him to nearly reach his century year without ever seeing the genitals
possessed by half his own race. He knew that fear was an inappropriate
response, and anything that could arise from fear was as well. That
included disgust, a common emotion amongst his own kind. Once that was
settled, he had nothing to do but watch.
Sayuri's hands caressed the full, rounded lips of flesh that made up the
outside of Sayuri's sex, scratching with Sayuri's fingernails gently and pulling them
apart. Sayuri's breathing grew stronger as Sayuri Anzu to
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