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sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Sayaka Muraoka :
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she had asked him not to do this, ever. But he also knew that
if Sayaka Muraoka really did not want it, Sayaka Muraoka would speak up and Sayaka Muraoka was not doing
so. And after this, if Sayaka Muraoka wanted it to be taken off, Sayaka Muraoka would have to
beg him.
He walked into the kitchen, and started to pour two new glasses of wine.
Just at that moment, he spotted a bottle of cognac in a brown shopping bag
and realized Sayaka Muraoka must have brought it with Sayaka's . He looked at the label.
Sayaka Muraoka had good taste. He went into the dining room and pulled two snifters
out of the closet. Back in the kitchen, he poured himself a drink and
then, poured Sayaka's one, too.
Holding both glasses in his hands, he walked back to Sayaka's . He put his
glass down and held Sayaka's s, up to Sayaka's nose. "You know what this is, don’t
you, Sarah?"
Sayaka Muraoka nodded. "I suggest you take a few good healthy sips, because you’re
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