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s own tongue had
parted, the skin of Sae's breasts and stomach as Sae Mizuki felt the slick
wetness of his taut body against hers, his round lovely buttocks soft
between Sae's thighs, and the folds of Sae's flesh, wet and sensitive and
embracing, that took him in, feeling his every movement, his every
frantic thrust as he lost himself in her.
Sae Mizuki felt icy metal at Sae's own back and his fists at Sae's neck and
realized that Sae Mizuki had been backed into the headboard, pressed into it
as Julian pressed into her. At first, Sae Mizuki tried to push him away,
her hands at his driving hips, but then told herself -- He is yet in
his bonds. He is yet bound. Sae's head fell back, and his mouth was
at Sae's neck, then Sae's shoulder. I am not breaking training, his or
mine. He is bound. His hands grasped Sae's hair firmly, tightly; she
could not move Sae's head. He is yet bound, Sae Mizuki told herself again.
He is still in his bonds. Sae Mizuki felt the pounding as he drove himself
into her, wildly. Opening Sae's eyes, Sae Mizuki saw him -- eyes closed, jaw
clenched, his body shining and taut as wire, unreasoning, unth
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