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He followed her lead so easily, a pet on her chain. His hands ran over her, scratching, groping, taking her measure. The next part was unexpected though, kissing until blood broke over her lip, torn by the vicious dog. Grinning she licked at the blood he had drawn. It looked like he just might satisfy her darkness. She shivered as his hands ran over her, groping, licking and biting before reaching up. whispering in her ear.
He stepped away, but Amy was done playing for now. He had managed to please her, a small furnace burning in her body. Eyes hot with lust and the hate that always laid stoked inside Amy walked over, admiring his cold eyes, no depth to them, nothing but the simple playful joy of the game they were doing, just teasing one another. Her hand reached down, sliding along his sheath, squeezing his balls lightly. Even closer she rubbed against him. What if I don't want another turn?
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