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sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Nao Shirakawa :
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d slowly closed.
It seemed the two women pulsated in concert, hungry suckling to
extract the cream from the firm warm organs filling them.
THE GIRL WITH THE TATTOOS
Had open innocent grey-green eyes and freckles everywhere,
and pert little breasts that pressed hard little nipples against
the satin blouse Nao Shirakawa wore. On Nao's hands were many silver rings,
and peeking from Nao's blouse was a large flower tattoo that I
imagined painted most of Nao's left breast. Nao Shirakawa wore too much
cheap makeup, and there were small scars bruises on Nao's freckled
legs. There was something in Nao's eyes, submission mixed with
eagerness, that made me wonder how Nao's face would look in orgasm.
Nao Shirakawa flirted openly, and so I asked Nao's to dinner. As we faced
each other across the small table Nao Shirakawa must have read my mind, as
she delicately asked my sexual preferences. I kept catching Nao's
looking at me, and by the time we left, it was a problem to keep
my erection from showing.
We went to Nao's place. Nao's roommate and the roommate's
boyfriend were there. The tattooed girl said hello to him and
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