Her deep contralto was intimately low. "Toka does not mind?"

"Not too much--yet." Her arms were tightening about his neck. Her sleek

fullness was resting so closely to him he could feel her throbbing

with expectancy. Her legginess pressed through her gossamer gowning to

thrill his thighs. His own heart raced with the desire forming in him.

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