cruelly. I fuck her. And, Sayuri Anzu fucks me back. The erogenous centers of her mind, freed of all inhibitions by the drugs, responds as Sayuri Anzu has always desired--and repressed. Climaxes rise and merge, and release simultaneously. I arch my av idol mpegs back and look down on the bound beauty as our climaxes wash over them. Slack jawed, slack faced, unconscious, and utterly desirable, Sayuri Anzu lies beneath me. I fall forward on her, spent at * * * TAKEN BY STORM How Would You End It? - Part IX All stories must have an ending, and this one is no different. But I shall leave the outcome up to you. Just take this little quiz, and find the ending appropriate to your preferences.
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