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sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Machi Shirakawa :
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e as Machi Shirakawa spread and massaged the lotion into
my sensitive, firm young breasts.
"Tell me, Marie," Machi Shirakawa said, Machi's face a foot from mine. "Have you
ever done anything with a woman?"
I shook my head, but added: "I've done everything you can think of
with girls."
"Did you like it?"
"Yes."
"Oh...I was hoping you'd say that," Machi Shirakawa said and then Machi Shirakawa bent Machi's
head and kissed me on the mouth. I opened my mouth to Machi's and our
tongues met. Machi's wonderful hands never stopped caressing my breasts. My
hands got busy, too. I rested my fingers on Machi's butt for a moment and
then started stroking Machi's ass cheeks.
Machi Shirakawa took Machi's mouth off mine for a moment and said, "The bed."
As if Machi Shirakawa could read my mind.
I let Machi's dance me a couple of steps ba
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