Aika Miura

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"Enough!" I straighten and carry Lysilph up the stairs to her bedroom. I place the body of the unresisting woman on the red satin sheets. I remove my Aika Miura gallery shirt and my trousers. Clad only in red nylon jockey shorts, I sit on the edge of the bed. Lysilph lies before me, Aika Miura skirt once again fallen open exposing the Navy blue slip. Aika Miura arms are at her sides, bent slightly. I lean over Aika Miura and whisper her name. "Lysilph, it is your 'Demon Lover.' Do you want me to stay with you?" Aika Miura murmurs something, but I can not make it out. "Louder, Lysilph. "Stay with me. Love me. Oh, love me!" "Will you do what I ask? Will you please me?" "Oh, yesss." The "yes" is sibilant, and drawn out. "Oh, please, love "Turn over, Lysilph. I want to see your ass. I want to play with it, ...(cont.)
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