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🕑 Added 2018-11-08 02:01:33 +0000 UTCThrough the open shoji, their cozy little cottage was revealed to be overlooking a fishing village, simple homes lining the beach of the cove far below. It was a beautiful sight, simple and elegant, as so much of Japan was once you got past the technological sophistication the world so fetishized, but Bruce was more drawn to the sight of Betsy. In accordance with her native custom, she’d traded her wedding dress for a red kimono, bringing good luck. It was not done up, however, and though her back was to him, he could see the strong lines of her back and the swell of her supple buttocks beneath the loose folds of the fabric.
Then she turned, shutting the shoji behind her, and Bruce lost his breath. Her purple pubic hair was bared, the kimono hanging open to either side of her unashamedly presented groin, while her breasts were somewhat hidden in the draping weight of her kimono, which made clear the heave of the breaths she took and even the hardness of her nipples through the thin fabric, but which obscured and concealed the rest in the most tantalizing way possible. The combination of unabashed exhibition and flesh flirtatiously left to the imagination enthralled Bruce. He could not look away as she walked to where he laid on the floor, resting on a traditional shikibuton with a kakebuton drawn up over his own naked body.
Her eyes wandered downward, to where his manhood stood out far from his groin. “You haven’t had enough?”
