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by his body structure.
Sakura Shiratori lay Sakura's palm inside his, and he slowly closed his hand around
hers, as if they were shaking hands. Sakura's other hand, that was massaging
his arm, continued to do so, and Sakura Shiratori let Sakura's face slowly sink into the
wonderful cusion of fur covering that heavy appendage. "You...you really
ARE real", Sakura Shiratori sighed, as Sakura Shiratori knew it was true., and Sakura Shiratori could even smell
the soft, exotic, barely-there, natural, non-human scent on his arm. He
sat the glass of wine down that he had been holding with his other hand,
and replied, "Gee, like I said before, I sure hope so. Uh, may I touch YOU
now? Would it be allright with you?" Sakura's eyes were closed as Sakura's face
lay buried in the fur of his arm, Sakura Shiratori looked as if Sakura Shiratori was in a dream, and
mumbled, "uh-huh, You Bet!" Accepting Sakura's invitation, he slowly leaned
his massive head over toward the back of hers and Sakura Shiratori could feel his warm
breath softly carressing the back of Sakura's neck. He gently touched his
shiny, moist, warm, wet
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