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sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Ruka Fujiwara :
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to the back of Ruka's mind, centering only on the hands which
touched Ruka's body. And then, without warning, they stopped.
"No," Ruka Fujiwara cried out without thinking. "Don't stop."
"Sorry, cunt, but you'll have to earn your reward by
showing me that you can be obedient. You can start by telling
me that you understand I am your master and that you want
only to please me in whatever way I choose." Gina was silent,
angry, and still caught at the edge of Ruka's climax.
"Fuck you," was all Ruka Fujiwara said. He shrugged and got up. He
was out of Gina's view for a moment and when he returned he
was holding a small whip with several thongs.
"I had hoped not to punish you harshly but it seems
inevitable. But don't worry. I won't leave any marks. I don't
care for damaged merchandise." And he brought the whip down
over Ruka's breasts, making Ruka's cry out. He didn't pause, but
instead continued whipping Ruka's chest, belly and thighs until
they burned, as Gina struggled against the ropes which held
her. He ceased and then leaned over Ruka's and, spreading Ruka's
pussy lips with one hand, inserted th
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