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over her, coming in
pulses that spent their momentum deep inside her, welling up around him
like a pale grey flood, brimming over, but unspilled.
Slowly, he pulled out from her, a little of his liquid draining back
off the length of him, rejoining the pool that receded into that narrowing
opening as he softened and slid from Ayumi's once distended grasp. Moving to her
side he eased Ayumi's along the chaise longue until Ayumi's hips were still upward,
on a pillow, but Ayumi's legs were now held up by its head. He raised Ayumi's back
gently, sat down, and laid Ayumi's head on his lap.
"Lie here a little, if you want to help my seed to join yours, though it
is active stuff; already searching for your womb. A little would be lost if
you stood up, but the child would still be almost certain."
"I do not think I know how to stand up. I am warm butter, I am as soft
as...why, as soft as John Thomas." Ayumi Haraguchi turned Ayumi's head toward his belly.
"I want to kiss him. How is he so silky smooth? Why do *these* lips notice
that, I didn't feel it before." Ayumi Haraguchi pushed at him with a lazy tongue. "A drop
there, that came too late. I thought it would taste stronger, being so strong,
making babies. Making babies. I'm going to have a baby. Thomas, I'm going
to have a baby."
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