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“So far so good Alexis?” you question, standing before me naked, your 7” cock rubbing against your flat stomach.“Keep going,” I whisper. You slowly walk over to a set of drawers on the opposite side of the room and pull out four white silk scarves. Crossing the room, you test the strength of the scarves, smiling at me. Gently you bind my arms and legs to the chair, pausing to rub your finger against my panties.“Wet already?” you ask, “why, we’ve only just started.”You return to the bed and lay down, spreading your legs apart. I gaze at your firm balls, wanting to suckle them. You begin rubbing gel along your shaft, your humb pressing into your tip as you reach the top. I moan as I strain towards you. Gradually you start to stroke yourself, your large hand gripping your cock, ndling your balls with your other hand.“Watch me Alexis,” you murmur, “just watch.”I push my cunt into the chair, aroused, desperate to rub my clit against anything. You hold up your cock, teasing me as you squeeze the head.“Want some of this baby?” you ask, your hand resuming it’s firm, even strokes.“Please,” I beg, biting my lips as sweat forms under my heavy breasts.“Nah, I don’t think so,” you answer, rubbing yourself even harder.I feel my thong get wetter as you begin to move your hips in time to your strokes. A low groan escapes your lips as your hand moves even faster. Squirming in the chair I pull against the scarves, needing release.You swing your legs over the bed. As you approach my chair you continue to rub your cock. I can see the veins in your dick pulsing as you hold yourself just out of reach. My nipples rub against the white lace of my bra as I try to lean forward to taste you. Your hand is a blur, the gel covering your fingers. torture drawings “So far so good Alexis?” you question, standing before me naked, your 7” cock rubbing against your flat stomach.“Keep going,” I whisper. You slowly walk over to a set of drawers on the opposite side of the room and pull out four white silk scarves. Crossing the room, you test the strength of the scarves, smiling at me. Gently you bind my arms and legs to the chair, pausing to rub your finger against my panties.“Wet already?” you ask, “why, we’ve only just started.”You return to the bed and lay down, spreading your legs apart. I gaze at your firm balls, wanting to suckle them. You begin rubbing gel along your shaft, your humb pressing into your tip as you reach the top. I moan as I strain towards you. Gradually you start to stroke yourself, your large hand gripping your cock, ndling your balls with your other hand.“Watch me Alexis,” you murmur, “just watch.”I push my cunt into the chair, aroused, desperate to rub my clit against anything. You hold up your cock, teasing me as you squeeze the head.“Want some of this baby?” you ask, your hand resuming it’s firm, even strokes.“Please,” I beg, biting my lips as sweat forms under my heavy breasts.“Nah, I don’t think so,” you answer, rubbing yourself even harder.I feel my thong get wetter as you begin to move your hips in time to your strokes. A low groan escapes your lips as your hand moves even faster. Squirming in the chair I pull against the scarves, needing release.You swing your legs over the bed. As you approach my chair you continue to rub your cock. I can see the veins in your dick pulsing as you hold yourself just out of reach. My nipples rub against the white lace of my bra as I try to lean forward to taste you. Your hand is a blur, the gel covering your fingers.

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