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Part 2, Segment 4

“Well then, master,” Lisa said seductively, sliding her hands down her body, “come and get it.” One of her hands ran over her blood-stained breast, and the other slid inside herself, coating her fingers with her wetness.

Gary pounced on her. His prick was huge, fattened on Lisa’s blood, and he felt her glorious tightness as he worked his way in. He couldn’t remember her ever feeling this good, and he was careful not to **** too hard. He knew she was only human, and willing love **** or not, he didn’t want to hurt her by loving too hard.

It took four or five strokes before Lisa, relubricated by another ripping orgasm, could take his length fully inside. She pushed her pelvis towards him with all the strength she could muster. Her breathing was shallow and quick, and instead of vocalizing her pleasure, she could only take high-pitched breaths and make squeaks of rapture.

Gary reveled with each drive into his loving fuck-toy. She flailed at him with reckless abandon, enjoying sex in ways he only dreamt of in unspoken fantasies. She was everything he ever wanted, and she wanted only him.

Some length of time passed, unnoticed by either of them. The pleasure which gripped both of them exploded in twin climaxes, and as he came inside her gripping cunt, he struck like a viper at her throat.

Lisa started at the quick, sharp pain. Then she screamed in ecstacy. A glass on the nightstand vibrated from the shrill notes. And after a few moments, the sound faded away, as did Lisa.

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The night came full circle for Gary, as he found himself where he began, sitting next to Lisa on the hotel bed, watching her chest rise and fall as she slept. And as the sun was rising, he lapsed into slumber, awaiting the next night. And the next. And all eternity.