Akira Fubuki

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grew louder as his desire increased. They seemed locked in a fiery feedback loop, the arousal of the one feeding the other. Abruptly he pulled back from her, struggling to maintain control over his raging, hot desire. He positioned himself to enter her, and as he took her, he removed one nipple clip and then the other. Akira Fubuki eyes grew wide as the pain in Akira Fubuki nipples combined with the thrill of him inside her and Akira Fubuki longed to throw her arms around him and pull him closer to her. Slowly, extremely slowly, excruciatingly slowly he moved in and out of her. Her ragged, warm breath filled his ears as he luxuriated in the hot fire she had set raging in him. He whispered in Akira Fubuki ears "you are mine, now, and forever," and he bent down to Akira Fubuki breasts again. Her body jumped at the deep bite and the blood tricked from Akira Fubuki nipple onto his eager lips. The taste of Akira Fubuki blood brought him to the very edge of orgasm, as the pain brought Akira Fubuki there, too. They screamed together as he bit her neck, both of them orgasming, and wave after wave of pain, fire, blood, pleasure, and exquisite ecstasy washed over them as he held her. She awoke the next morning, unable to shake the vivid dream from Akira Fubuki head. On her dresser was one white rose. Akira Fubuki got up to touch it, not believing that it could be real. Then Akira Fubuki noticed her torn night gown and the bruises on Akira Fubuki neck and nipples and promptly fainted. NOTICE: The story below is purely fictional. It deals with violence and blood. If you are squeamish hit 'n' now, otherwise read on. This is the ...(cont.)
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