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Thank you for sparing your time to read this story.
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in the darkest and highest room of the building the Haitani brothers own, gunshots and frantic screams can be heard, masking the cries of pleasure (Y/N) was receiving from Takeomi Akashi.
"such a pretty face fo' me, yeah?" the creaking of the bed none of them own caught the attention of the guys a few feet away from them on the other room. "does the terror turn you on, hun? hmm?" he grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head so he can whisper on her ear. "answer me, baby. i might let you cum if i liked your answer, yeah? you want that?" his hand went towards her aching abdomen, the tension of her prevented orgasm contracting at his touch.
"ymmm, yes--" she was cut off with another yank, the pleasure of being manhandled shooting directly through her core. "yes, sir. the fear turns me on"
the man didn't reply, he only placed his palms to the surface of her nape before pushing it down, suffocating the girl down to the sheets on the process. "'Omi! Hngg --" she felt the sting on her ass, Akashi's palms now gripping a chunk of it, hard and enough to draw it's aftermath marks.
"hmmm, ye-aaasss! please, right -Mhnng -there! 'Omi please, sir! i'm cummin'! please!" body quaking as the man behind hits that one specific spot that shot delight bolting and electrocuting her body.
