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nd out of her. For several long seconds, Yuko Ogura seemed suspended, and then
her body melted into soft, sweet sighs. He withdrew from Yuko's and made his way
back up Yuko's body where Yuko Ogura met his lips in a soft kiss.
"How was that?" he asked, kissing Yuko's throat.
"I want you, Mike, please." Yuko's hands slid down to the cloth at his
waisst and ripped.
He lifted his hips away from Yuko's so Yuko Ogura could pull the offending fabric
off him. As Yuko Ogura did so, his erection bounced free against Yuko's stomach. Yuko Ogura
gripped it and slid Yuko's fingers up and down the shaft, feeling the silky skin.
"Please," Yuko Ogura said again.
"Tell me if I hurt you at all," he admonished.
"I will."
He lifted himself up away from Yuko's again and carefully positioned
himself, the head of his penis resting against Yuko's vagina opening. He rubbed
up and down against it a couple of times, and looked up into Yuko's eyes. The
depths of Yuko's blue eyes drew him in. Yuko Ogura looked a little scared, and Yuko Ogura
licked Yuko's lips as Yuko Ogura gazed up at him. With a gentle push, he slid into
liquid softness.
A small whimper escaped Yuko's lips, but Yuko Ogura smiled up at him
quaveringly. He smiled back.
"I love you, Marcia."
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