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| fantasy story of Yoko Kumada : |
| ove over the roundness of my arse. So slowly did the hand move that at times I wasn't sure if it had stopped...I was fixed on its movements like a rabbit before a mongoose. The hand moved down again, and the whole process seemed to be over. As I relaxed, the fingers came up between my legs, and one of them started to tra |