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out, "Pull the string for your desert."
I carefully pulled out the tampon and a flow of menstral jucices
dumped out of Aya's onto the table. I quickly lapped up the fresh
blood savoring every lick. I was getting so excited I didn't want to
wait another second.
Without missing a drop of my red pleasure, I stood up, removed
my pants, and stroked my hard-on.
Aya Matsuura then sat up, grabbed a towel, stuffed it between Aya's legs
dening me of the rest of my fantasy fluid, got off the table, and
went to the bathroom.
Aya Matsuura emerged in a short while with a white silkey corset, white
seamed stoc
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