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sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Nanami Norishima :
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rection.
Here it was, finally, the chance to feel a woman's knickers. And with Nanami's
fanny juice on them. Oh, the joy of it. It was almost too much. David
bundled them up in his hand and pressed the ball of satin to his face,
loving the way the material tickled his face. He was trembling violently,
and badly wanted to play with himself. He rushed back to the bedroom with
his trophy, quickly removed his pyjamas trousers and lay on top of his bed.
He trailed the panties over his throbbing erection. The glans was burning
red, and the foreskin had peeled back of its own accord, so firm was his
hard-on. The ropelike veins seemed to pulse in anticipation. Without
realising quite what he was doing, David pulled on the knickers, and his
trembling redoubled as the material brushe
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