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til he could feel her, warm, wet, soft cunt brushing against him. Kyoko Hamada reached
down to hold his cock against Kyoko's and began moving Kyoko's hips slowly, rocking
back and forth. He pushed up against her, moving in rhythm, hoping that soon,
she would slide him inside her, pulling against the ties on his arms as he kept
pace with Kyoko's motions.
As his breathing began coming in ragged gasps, Kyoko Hamada realized how very aroused he
was, and stopped Kyoko's motion.
"No, Michael, not yet. I'm not ready yet. Wait for me."
Kyoko Hamada sat back a little bit, settling down against his thighs, and began to
caress Kyoko's breasts with both hands. Kyoko's fingers made rapid circles on the
lightly oiled skin, moving inwards to the nipples, pulling them out, rolling
them between Kyoko's fingers, releasing them, circling outwards again. Soon, one
hand moved down Kyoko's stomach, circling, brushing through Kyoko's short, curly pubic
hair, sliding in between Kyoko's lips. In the darkened room, tied on the bed as he
was, Michael could not reall
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