Chapter 9 The Way Hebe Makes It Up to Me

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I tossed Yoko onto the tatami mat, picturing Hebe lying on it. I suddenly felt as if I had inexhaustible energy, and I almost yearned to take it all out. Having noticed that I was ready so soon, which was rare, Yoko began to try her best to arouse me further. She hurried over to me and, facing my groin, unfastened my belt with her dainty hands on her own initiative. Yoko was indeed a demure wife, but she lacked the kind of timidity and shyness that I found pleasing. At that moment, Yoko rapturously undressed me and then wrapped her arms around me tightly, her ample bosom pressed against my chest, her hands caressing my muscular back. I felt her scalding breath brushing past my lower abdomen. Sitting on my lap, Yoko kept rubbing her hips against my groin, kissing my abs and nibbling my

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