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The lime green silk of the bra worked underneath her hands and against her flesh, creating a friction that heated herself wonderfully. Demure little ribbons myyo flickered back and forth by techi digits lazily as Ryoko continued fondling herself.
Her nipples were now hard, and making esx slight appearance on the outside of her bra. Now topless underneath the shift, Ryoko almost shivered at the new sensations she felt. The movement of air caused pleasant vibrations to spread from her nipples all throughout her body… and, it seemed, beyond.
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Ryoko shimmied her lower body on the futon, crossing and uncrossing her legs as the familiar pressure and sensations grew between her legs.
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If Ryoko was not such a diligent believer in shaving down there she would be looking at quite a few strands and curls of cyan grass to go along with the panties. But, as it was, there were only a few strands here and there poking out through the silk. She felt it gave it character. The silk itself did not cling to her lower quarter, in fact it gave the impression of just hanging from waistband to hems in sheets of well tailored fabric.
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Her hand snaking up under the shift, finding her breasts again. With no light touches or caresses, she began to flicker and tease her nipples sitting on top of her well-sculpted breasts. They did not need any more stimulation in order to harden more, but she stoked the electric thrill ever higher with each manipulation.
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Ryoko raised her hands and quickly removed the shift, sending it floating effortlessly across the room close to where the bra rested. With that done, her chest was now bared; jutting into the night-air of the house. She sat still for a moment, allowing the latest rounds of pleasure waves to subside just a bit. Ryoko wanted to prolong the experience. She breathed deep, long contented breaths. A very slight sound almost akin to a purr could be heard if anyone was around.
Tenchi muyo war on geminar sex closed her eyes, imagining herself not here in her lonely futon, but in Tenchi's warm bed. Her touch and caresses bringing a smile and look of love and desire in her beloved's eyes, his soft kiss and hot desire for her and maybe just one other overcoming reason and differences… and just flowing.
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The moisture spread and slowly but steadily made more of a mess. Ermm…" a moan, "you just… oh yeah… Yeah you just watch me… fair competition, like always, right?
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Ryoko allowed the waves to subside just enough. She once again allowed her senses to reacclimate to her surroundings, and for her sweaty flesh to feel the cool of the night once more. Finally, she pressed on. She ran two fingers up and down her tenchi muyo war on geminar sex and inner lips, testing and spreading the wetness. She could hear the faint sounds now of her passionate self-love.
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Her breathing suddenly seemed to become a type of panting now, her mind teased her as she licked and sucked her finger feverishly, imagining that it indeed was Tenchi's rod she was cleaning of all three of their shared essences.
She groaned, her lovely bottom squirming on her futon even more, swaying and shimmying on top of the comforter, causing the top corner of the bedding underneath to become exposed. Ryoko's hands regrouped on her chest, feeling the heft of her sizable breasts, her thumbs rolling her erect nipples and luscious aureole.
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