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fantasy story of Yuri Adachi :
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room. She
was standing there, feet apart, hands on hips, and wearing a short purple silk
robe that barely covered Yuri's shapely ass or Yuri's proud, jutting, 38-inch
breasts. Yuri Adachi had that by-now-familiar coy, seductive smile on Yuri's face. She
stood before me--wanton, raw sex personified. Rushing up to Yuri's , we embraced.
I knew this was going to be quite a night, one that I'd never forget and that
would change me forever.
After our touching embrace, Aunt Sally went to the kitchen and returned
with a silver tray of shucked and iced oysters on the half-shell, two chilled
glasses, and a bottle of wine. Next Yuri Adachi dimmed the lights, lit some candles,
and put a tape on the stereo. I shouldn't have been surprised that it wasn't a
musical tape, but the erotic sounds of heavy fucking and sucking that Sally and
one of Yuri's lovers had made.
For the next half
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