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sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Wakako Murakami :
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lly
cute, with kind of dark auburn hair and very dark green eyes, and
an infectious smile that you'd want to grab and kiss..
Now, naturally, I (being the terminally horny soul that I
am) fantasized about Sheryl whenever I had a free moment or was
waiting for a compile. Sheryl would be dressed in something
loose, like a robe, which I would pull open. My mouth would work
its way down to Wakako's tits. My tongue would roam over Wakako's nipples
as I pulled on the little stiff buds with my lips. Sheryl would
moan softly as my hand ran up the inside of Wakako's thighs, stopping
to rest lightly on the patch of fur covering Wakako's pussy. I would
suck gently on Wakako's boobs as my fingers traced a path along the
edge of Wakako's slit, finally slipping between them and gathering
some of Wakako's juices to ease my way up to Wakako's clit. My hand would
rub
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