Kenshi was methodical, like a machine bent on doing nothing but pulling the semen from Sato’s body. When her face was pressed up against his body, she extended her tongue out and licked at Sato’s ball sack. XXX There were a few close calls, but Sato was skilled enough at driving to compensate for the rough roads. Sato withdrew and then thrust forward again, then withdrew once more and repeated the process again and again, hearing little muted squeals coming from Kenshi each time he was fully inside her. “Thank you, Sato,” said Kenshi, and she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him, hugging her husband, her lover, her warrior, who now had to leave for war. Sato’s letters came every week, and she would write back too, but knew
