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fast against the toe of my shoe.
Perspiration ran down Yuko's pretty young face, smearing Yuko's make-up, as
she looked up pleading, motioning towards the collection of objects
she'd discovered. "If I mess up your dress, how will you get out?" I
asked, but Yuko Ogura just shook Yuko's head from side to side. "I don't care,
please Ian, please!"
I picked up a half-finished cardboard cup of chocolate milk shake, not
entirely sure what Yuko Ogura wanted me to do with it. Yuko Ogura moved onto her
haunches and pulled at the neck of Yuko's blue woollen dress, stretching
it 18 inches from Yuko's throat. When released, it hung down, spoilt,
exposing the cleavage of Yuko's full breasts. Yuko Ogura took the wrist of my
hand, holding the shake, and moved it towards Yuko's face, then twisted
it.
The thick milk-shake poured over Yuko's pale blue eyes, running down her
face, over Yuko's tongue that darted out to catch drips of the shake. It
covered the front of Yuko's dress, leaving a large white stain on the
material, while more went under its neck, dripping between her
breasts, over Yuko's tight tummy, and onto Yuko's spread young cunt. "More
Ian,
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