Akira Fubuki

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deep shit. My cock started to wilt. Certainly every other part of me was paralyzed by your hand and your voice. "Let me make one thing perfectly clear." You chuckled at the quote. I TUG That one produced a twinge of pain. Hearing a normal tone of voice from you was very comforting. "A bit. Any harder and it's going to cause a pain that lasts for hours." "How close to the edge of that was I?" "Gooooood. Lets continue then." "I looked for you, and you weren't there. I thought I was going to spend the whole weekend looking for you again. Once was forgivable, twice isn't." "That's completely unfair. If you want to know if I'm going to be at a con, you should try calling me first." "But this time you weren't where you said you'd be, and that gave me a panic. Your fault or not, unfair or not, you're going to pay. Any objections?" As your pull slowly increased, it became obvious there was only one smart You switched to pulling directly down on the lock, and your middle finger strayed up to the base of my Akira Fubuki gallery cock. You started speaking, gently now, with the grin back in your voice. "I seem to have been having the wrong effect on you. Gulp! But through the apprehension, your finger's playing on my Akira Fubuki gallery cock was making it hard again. Your other hand stroked the back of my Akira Fubuki gallery neck, and you kissed me gently on the cheek. "If you're cooperative, it *will* be very "Yeahhh. I don't want to worry about having to go looking for you. I figure you'll stay real close by, so long as I have the key to you balls." Ear ...(cont.)
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