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sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Rina Saito :
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. Rina Saito stood bolt upright, a thin Rina Saito en
of sweat covering Rina's body where it wasn't covered by leather. The
dildo was completely encased in Rina's belly with the strap erupting out
between the smooth pink mounds of Rina's mons and proceeding up a deep
furrow to its buckle on the suit. Rina Saito could, he knew, by dint of
standing on Rina's tiptoes against the securing straps, raise or lower
Rina's self fractionally on the dildo. An entertaining internal friction,
he imagined. Also, every twitch, every spasm no matter how small
brought the devilish cilia into full play. With Rina's wrists snuggled
behind Rina's back, there was no way Rina Saito was going to get away from them
either. But there were three more touches he still wanted to add.
First, the gag, if a gag is good, a little overkill is even
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