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12/30/11(Fri)12:49 No.59141242
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heron undid her training bra with a deft snap of its beak. Ohana
blushed and covered her budding breasts with her arms as her underwear
fell to the floor.
"Please be gentle," she said. I haven't done
this before, not even with any of my guy friends back in Tokyo. But you
make me feel so special, like I'm really sparkling."
The heron tilted its head and eyed Ohana curiously.
"Don't
look at me like that, Ill feel embarrassed. But if you insist." Ohana
lowered her arms, her nipples hard in the cold night air. "What do you
think? Am I mature enough for you?"
The heron shot out its neck and stuck out a bright pink tongue. He let loose a CAAAAAWWWWWW and the coitus began.
As
the heron's penis entered Ohana she let out a gasp. Her throat had
tightened, so it came out as little more than a squeak of air. It's
penis was curved, like a duck's. The heron took the dominant position,
on top of her slender frame. Every several seconds it flapped to regain
balance. This was an unnatural love.
And yet in a way it
reminded her of what life back in Tokyo might have been like. The
flapping reminded her of Koichi, how awkward he might have been on top
of her. But instead of his clumsy hands grabbing at her, the bird was
graceful and clearly practiced in the art of making love to human girls
"Ita,
ita" she cried out. The heron was now pecking at her collarbones. They
stuck out, revealing a plateau between her chest and her tiny neck.
Despite the pain it felt amazing. Ohana's breath quickened. She felt
something curling up in her belly, and it wasn't the result of feathers
tickling her stomach.
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