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fantasy story of Charlotte Yabuki :
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did to Charlotte's . I-I can't remember," Beth stuttered. Selective amnesia, no
doubt.
I drew closer to Charlotte's , violating Charlotte's personal space, forcing Charlotte's to
feel my physical presence. "So you watched us that night." Beth's eyes
widened again, filling with fear. It was one hell of an aphrodisiac.
"Were you curious? You want me to fuck you as good as I fucked your
roommate?" I put my hand on Charlotte's thigh. Beth flinched, but didn't move
away. I could feel the waves of fear emanating from Charlotte's body; Charlotte's
submissive (to this point) acceptance of my control over Charlotte's had started
to make me hard again. "Yes or no, Beth. Do you want to feel like Charlotte Yabuki
felt, like you imagined Charlotte's feeling? Do you want me to make you feel
what you fantasized?"
"N-n-n-no. I-I..." Beth's curiosity, combined with the forbidden
fruit aspect of our coupling, made me a man Charlotte Yabuki could
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