Ai Hiyoshi

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mock-snarled and yanked the lock. Not hard enough to really hurt, but it hurt a bit, and it sure got the idea across. You pushed my Ai Hiyoshi gallery shoulders to the mattress with your left hand, put your face six inches above mine and stared sternly into my Ai Hiyoshi gallery eyes, and pulled upward on the body of the lock, pressing the top of the shackle into the base of my Ai Hiyoshi gallery dick and pulling not quite gently on my "Lay perfectly still, or you really won't like it. I was going to be gentle with you, but it looks like I can't afford to be." Your voice was hard. I couldn't hear the c-w-j-a-t-c grin in it anymore. I didn't move. I couldn't move. The tingling in my Ai Hiyoshi gallery stomach had become became almost purely fear. Lots of it. Someone with power over me was displeased with me, and I was in deep shit. My cock started to wilt. Certainly every other part of me was ...(cont.)
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