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upwards. When Yumi Egawa reached the elastic on the leg of his briefs, Yumi Egawa slid two
gentle fingertips underneath it, tracing the path of the elastic across his
leg, feeling the coarser hair beneath, teasing him, coming close to where his
bulge began, but never quite touching it. He turned slightly towards Yumi's and
made a soft sound. Yumi's fingers slid a bit farther beneath the fabric, then
withdrew. Yumi Egawa drew the backs of Yumi's fingernails across his belly, very gently,
and watched the skin flutter and his back arch involuntarily at Yumi's touch.
Again and again, till he was writhing on the bed.
"Stop it!" he gasped.
"All right," Yumi Egawa said, and moved back away from the bed, walking around to the
foot of it, never taking Yumi's eyes off him. Yumi Egawa climbed up on the bed, to kneel
between his legs. Watching him, again, Yumi Egawa began to caress herself, Yumi's hands
following the same path, but lingering longer on Yumi's breasts, pulling the
nipples out again and again. Then Yumi's hands moved downwards, up under the tank
top, and Yumi Egawa drew it up and over Yumi's head and tossed it to the floor. The soft
light revealed a light film of sweat.
Then Yumi Egawa leaned forward a bit and reached up toward where his left hand was
tied. With both hands,
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