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| sexual fantasy story of Yoko Kumada : |
| all, left tit. The other arm held Yoko's from beneath. I looked at Yoko's face in profile and realized just how beautiful she really was -- and how young. Not a young woman, not kid-young -- somehow, child-like. Yoko's face was so innocent in repose! Yet I couldn't feel like a defiler. She'd enjoyed -- no, Yoko Kumada 'd craved and enjoyed -- what Yoko Kumada 'd done with me, and Yoko Kumada slept the sleep of satiation. Something in the way Yoko's incr |