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Originally written by Akasha in 1996
(To DA, RM, and of course mr. mmmmmph)
**** Finally she pulls back and takes him by the hair, forcing him to the ground,
face down. The cement is cold, she can feel it on her knees through her
thigh-highs as she kneels down and straddles him. She leans down and hisses
into his ear as his nose is to the ground, "Maybe I'll share you with the
next person that walks by, be it male or female, would you like that?"
He shakes his head and gives her a muffled reply as she takes him by the
wrists and pulls them behind his back. She unfastens his own belt and pulls
it from his waist, wrapping it around his wrists and pulling it tight,
buckling it.
She hears footsteps approaching, voices coming closer. Moving quickly, she
gets off of him and orders him up, making him sit up against the wall, his
bound hands hidden behind him. She sits next to him as the steps near the
corner, then she glances over and realizes that she forgot one thing -- that
her panties were still in his mouth.
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