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gain supported by the seat
of the motorcycle. Yoko's breasts, flushed with Yoko's passion, glistened with
sweat. Yoko's breathing began to return to normal.
Yoko Kumada sat up on the seat of the bike and disentangled Yoko's legs from my shoulders.
Yoko Kumada gazed at me seriously and pulled my face to Yoko's s. Yoko Kumada kissed me deeply,
licking Yoko's own juices from my face and lips. Yoko Kumada held my face between Yoko's two
hands and peered into my eyes for a moment. I waited, motionless, wondering
what this strange woman would do next.
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