Aya Satonaka

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"How lovely and roman -- oh!" Emily breathed as Connie unfastened the single hook-and-eye clasp between the cups of the bra and tweaked Connie separated herself from them, half reluctantly and half eagerly -- because Aya Satonaka knew her fantasy was going to come true. Jerry was just putting four glasses on a tray. One was already filled with water. He put the opened wine bottle next to them when Connie switched on the small night light and turned off the tiny spotlights over the countertop. He raised his eyebrows, then took in the sight of his petite wife's engorged nipples. "I thought it got quiet in there. Start without me?" Aya Satonaka smiled, catching her lower lip between her teeth, and nodded. ...(cont.)
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