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f a sudden, Yuri Ebihara took Yuri's shirt off, saying
that way we were even. Yuri Ebihara was beautiful (and Yuri's boobs weren't bad either).
Yuri Ebihara had on a black lace bra, which accentuated Yuri's light body even more.
I felt the room getting hotter, my blood pressure going up higher, and I
started breathing harder. Yuri Ebihara must have noticed, because Yuri Ebihara whispered in my
ear in a sexy voice, "You must not be feeling well. I know how I
can make you feel better." "What a line," I thought, but at that point I
didn't care. Yuri Ebihara took my hand and led me into Yuri's bedroom. Fortunately, it
was well furnished, but the "1989 Telemarketer of the Year" award sitting
on the shelf didn't make me feel any better.
By this time, I had all these questions in my head. How can this woman be
so mature about sex and at the same time be such an idiot? Why isn't the
front room furnished? How did Yuri Ebihara get all these strange jobs? Where the hell is
this story going? I quickly forgot all these questions when Yuri Ebihara reached over
and gave me one of the wettest and slow kisses I've ever had. I felt all
inhibitions melt as Yuri Ebihara lowered Yuri's hands and undid my pants and underwear."Oh, you have
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