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Christian Red has me strapped down to the rack, cuffed and bound. He treats me rough just like I like: slapping my face, pulling my hair, his hands around my neck. His fingers slip between my legs and he knows just what to do to bring me to the edge. Bucking and moaning, I beg him to let me cum but he won't. He edges me, over and over until I can barely speak. All I can feel is the thrum between my legs, the aching desperation. He pulls out the vibrator and I'm in exquisite agony, pleading for release.
Christian Red has me strapped down to the rack, cuffed and bound. He treats me rough just like I like: slapping my face, pulling my hair, his hands around my neck. His fingers slip between my legs and he knows just what to do to bring me to the edge. Bucking and moaning, I beg him to let me cum but he won't. He edges me, over and over until I can barely speak. All I can feel is the thrum between my legs, the aching desperation. He pulls out the vibrator and I'm in exquisite agony, pleading for release.
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