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lt a gathering warmth in the pit of Maki's stomach,
fluids dripping from Maki's crotch, Maki's nipples rubbing rhythmically
against the statue; the shaft that was smoothly sliding in and out
of Maki's rear changed shape slightly, developing shallow corrugations
that deepened with each thrust, until it was being forced in and
dragged out again with halting, almost painful deliberation. The
ridges that ran along the top of the column thrust between her
swollen lips deepened also, each one flicking against Maki's clitoris
as they passed. Maki's breathing grew even more halting as Maki Akimoto felt
herself mount the edge of orgasm; the statues blithely and
unconcernedly thrust on, leaving Maki's to try and regulate Maki's motion
as much as Maki Akimoto could and steer towards Maki's goal.
Maki Akimoto reached climax, shaking in the statues' grip, eyes squeezed
shut, mouth opened in an involuntary, silent scream; the statues
simultaneously shoved themselves in as far as possible, Maki's wet
muscles squeezing the shafts in sharp spasms, gradually slowing
until the last contraction came, held Maki's in momentary ecstasy, and
passed. Maki Akimoto collapsed into the statues' arms, breathing like a
marathon runner who'd just surpassed all of Maki's previous best
efforts. The statues chose this moment to change again, their
surfaces swirli
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