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tangi aur munh men viry
31:19
prakaashit: 23.01.2024 • chhipaen
Leather straps constrict her body in a tight hogtie, face down on the padded box. New to bondage with only a handful of shoots in her past, she's never experienced like this. I watch as sweat begins to bead on her face. She's nervous. She gasps and claims it's difficult to breathe, but I know she's lying. She's just desperately seeking a way to gain back some of the control she gave up. The exaggerated gasping doesn't have the intended effect on me so next she starts pleading, first with her voice and then with her eyes, but that doesn't work either. I've seen this act before. Her feigned suffering makes me want to pull the straps tighter, to show her how easy I'm being on her, to show her how bad it can get, but I resist the urge. For now, anyway. If I'm patient, I can lure her in deeper. Later on, with a thick dildo buried deep in her cunt and a vibrator pressed hard against her clit, she gives in to the relentless buzzing and throbbing between her legs.
