Akira Fubuki

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tensed and released in a glorious orgasm. It was less time before I returned to reality this time, and again he was staring at me, this time a smile on his face. "I believe you clothes may be clean," he said solemnly, a hint of a smile in his eyes. I couldn't believe he was talking about clothes. I reached up to touch the blood still dripping down the side of his neck. I brought my Akira Fubuki gallery finger back to my Akira Fubuki gallery lips to lick the drop off, and he kissed me to taste of the small drop. Then he smiled. "I said it would be taking advantage of you..." I raised a hand to his cheek. "I wanted it." I touched his lips, and he opened his mouth so I could see the sharp canines I hadn't noticed before. I felt my Akira Fubuki gallery own teeth to find them just as sharp. I looked at him, still not entirely sure of all that had happened. He shrugged and rolled over, taking me with him so that I now straddled him, with him still inside me. He looked up at me and spoke seriously. "Kat, now that you have tasted blood, you will forever desire to taste it." ...(cont.)
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