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sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Maki Sakai :
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ts more traditional use.
Wimple wondered if its brevity was designed to tease him or
simply prevent Maki's from soiling he clothes. Maki's maniacal manner made
him strongly suspect the later.
He struggled frantically against his bonds. Maki's free hand
flicked out with blurring speed and slapped his face hard in a mind
numbing staccato burst. His tear fogged vision revealed Maki's leer
had deepened with obvious satisfaction.
Maki Sakai put Maki's index finger to Maki's lips, admonishing him not to
speak, while at the same time brandishing Maki's blade to and fro
like a deadly metronome counting out a dirge. Maki Sakai towered over
him, well over six feet tall, Maki's manner made Maki's seem even
taller. Raven was as hard as Jennifer was soft.
Jennifers' body was a single liquid curve, ripe melon smooth
breasts, petite flowing t
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