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fantasy story of Yoko Kawahara :
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scrotum. I almost bit through the rope. Then
she started on the engorged head of my cock, placing one, two,
four, seven clothespins in a semi-circle on the narrow, sensitive
ridge.
Taking the rope from me, Yoko Kawahara stepped back to admire Yoko's
handiwork. "Look at yourself, in the mirror," Yoko Kawahara said.
I saw a naked man in complete submission, his limbs spread-
eagled and restrained, his throbbing cock tormented. I felt like I
was tripping. The tension in my body was incredible. My blood was
on fire. It was as though Yoko Kawahara was touching me in a hundred places
at once, and every one of them was making me crazy with desire. My
eyes closed, and I slipped down into the sea of sensation, leaving
thought behind.
Suddenly I jumped, writhing, as an electric jolt coursed
through me. My right
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