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grasp. Then
suddenly Masami Nagasawa jerked still. He felt a liquid warmth drip from
between Masami's legs, and the girl slumped into the bed, Masami's face
still holding that ecstatic expression. Masami's heart beat twice,
then stilled forever, as Masami's final thoughts rang in his head.
He pumped again into Masami's lifeless body and stared deep into
eyes that saw nothing. Masami's firm legs relaxed and slid off his
back, and as he pressed his chest against Masami's still-erect nipples,
he felt the warmth slipping away. Then another thrust, and
another...
His own release was near; he thrust into Masami's as he came. The
girl's head lolled back, Masami's throat bared to him. Masami's arm slid
off the bed and hung limply above the floor, the fingers curled.
He dismounted and looked down in pity at the body sprawled
out on the bed, now as cold as his own. Masami's eyes looked up at him
as if to beg him to take Masami's with him.
He stood back, and held the dead girl's gaze as the mist once
again slid into the dark room.
* * *
Kyra, his student, loved the sport.
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