Fumiko Miura

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seconds after the light turned red -- the pair hurried across to the pink-painted bricks of the building housing the Pink Pussycat. Connie sensed the hesitation in Kim. "Feel like everyone is watching you?" "They are -- because they want you. But none of them know you, so Kim giggled and let herself be led down the short flight of steps Connie closed the door behind them as Kim surveyed the store from the inside. She'd passed it often enough, but had never worked up the nerve to enter. Fumiko Miura looked to her right. Next to the entrance was a big, locked display case filled with dildoes, in more variety and flavors than she'd ever imagined possible. Fumiko Miura jaw dropped and gaped at little bitty three-inch dildoes shaped like dog dicks or fingers; double-ended dildoes and dildoes shaped like a U, with a head on each leg of the U; dildoes shaped like nothing in ...(cont.)

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