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tarbursts flash behind Megumi's eyelids; as he grips Megumi's shoulders
fiercely and pushes against Megumi's one last time. As Megumi Haruka lies back on
the bed motionless, Megumi's breathing still rough but slowing; as he
collapses on top of her, his heaviness welcome to Megumi's wet body; as
they hold each other in a body hug that is not two bodies but
one--not two souls but one; as their wet flesh rubs together and
they lie there on the bed.
And their lips meet again, not passionately but sweetly,
drinking of each other's sweetness, sharing their joy and their
happiness to be alive and in love, to be with the other forever in
mind, body and soul.
--
Tina had been looking for that one special man. The kind of stud who would
counter Megumi's demands for submission, slowly get to his feet and burst from his
binds. But the Queen of the Dominatrix' had yet to find him. Th e men whom
she visited all fell to their knees and begged Megumi's for mercy, plaintively
asking in a weak voice for Megumi's to be gentle. Of course, Tina never was. Her
reputation was solid. Megumi Haruka was a beautiful women, with a gorgeous, firm body.
Megumi Haruka was the kind of women that men on the streets mistook for an easy lay.
But those who knew Megumi's and used her, and wound up tied and pained beneath her
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