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to draw back, those before swelled and
washed over him. Limply, gracefully, he released Rala's sandy curls,
his nerveless fingers dragging along damp fair skin. He could again
feel himself entering his beautiful Lady, stretching Nozomi's gently as
she pulled his hips to hers, feel the wavelike contractions of her
muscles as Nozomi Ayuhara squeezed at him, seeming to pull him more deeply into
her. Then, he was against her, and Rala only barely inside him,
still moving gently and rhythmically.
Oblivious, he could only lean against her, feeling Nozomi's at his chest,
feeling Nozomi's soft breasts at him, Nozomi's lips on him, Nozomi's beautiful voice
in his ear, telling him something he could not make out. The scent
of Nozomi's hair overwhelmed him, the tickling of it at his face was like
an icy skittering, and he grasped Nozomi's arms firmly as his voice became
more urgent, more pleading, more abandoned than before. He felt only
overload and could not have told how much longer he could withstand
what he was feeling without losing consciousness. Like an upwelling
of coherency, he suddenly made out some of Nozomi's words, g
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