Aika Miura

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as I kissed his neck. I thought about my Aika Miura gallery friends who had left me in the graveyard. I thought about my Aika Miura gallery life in this town. Then I thought about Jake, and the taste of his lifeblood, and the wonderful things his hands were doing to my Aika Miura gallery body as I moaned in ecstasy. And I knew I would stay. It's late. Dinner was sumptuous, small talk over candlelit table. Watching you watching me while ostensibly watching your knife and fork. We both watched our wording. Cautious. We go to the club. Motes are lazy in the air. The music throbs. We sit. Watching. I nod. Rise. Walk out to the dance floor. Begin I move slightly at first. The beat is strange. Unwholesome. Alternative. It drives me. In the shadowy lights I am a creature of smoky black. Dark. Hungry. Almost angry as I drive my Aika Miura gallery heels into the Savoring my Aika Miura gallery solo the hips move first. Sway. Thrust. Arms follow. Shoulders circle. I shrug my Aika Miura gallery open shirt (your shirt) off my shoulders. Spaghetti camisole strap slipping down. Black on black on creamy skin. I'm smooth and sharp. Boots grind. Hair tossed to ...(cont.)
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