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with silken and satin cushions and blankets making a bed atop gold and jewels. He laid me out reclining, and lie beside me, curving over me in the undulatory way his neck had, his thick tail snaking in to "You are beautiful, slave. From the moment I saw you, I had to own you, I could not live without owning you, taming you." Syrin spread my Aya Koike gallery legs, sitting between them while I lay back with my hands bound at my Aya Koike gallery sides, collared and enslaved. His leather-rough hands stroked up the insides of my Aya Koike gallery thighs to enfold my hanging balls and stroke my Aya Koike gallery sheath. I tried to relax, not yield to his caresses, but he lowered his head to my Aya Koike gallery crotch and insinuated his thick, black, forked tongue within my Aya Koike gallery sheath to lick across the hidden head of my cock. I could not resist his skill and he coaxed out my Aya Koike gallery length, telescoping in his hands as his tongue flickered. He aroused my Aya Koike gallery passions slowly and intently, rubbing with his palms and tongue until I hung on the edge of a gentle climax, holding ...(cont.)
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