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sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Junko Nakamura :
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our last chance, you decadent
tool of the lying capitalist press!"
"I'll never talk!"
The tank continued up Junko's body. Its front pushed Junko's breasts upward.
Then it climbed up on top of them, its treads pushing down into the
delicious flesh. Teri arched Junko's back and shook Junko's chest from side
to side, trying (not too hard) to shake the tank off. It bounced
around on Junko's boobs, and I had to wrestle with the controls, turning
the tank to one side and then the other, to keep it from plummeting
over the side. I spoke in the panicked voice of the tank driver as
he radioed his commander: "Sir, the Yankee swine is resisting our
attack! We're losing traction, we're AAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaa...."
With a final shake of Teri's chest, the tank tumbled off of Junko's and
landed upside-down on the bed.
Teri made an "mmmmmm" sound of delight, and caressed Junko's chest with
her hands. I was SO horny then, and I wasn't sure how much longer I
could keep away from Junko's ! But my sex-crazed mind had all these wild
ideas I wanted to try... I stopped the tape in the camera, grabbed
several
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