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Luna Lain is stretched from her tiptoes to her arms overhead on a table. Cuffs hold her wrist, while rope goes around her thighs and ankles. Her tiny blue thong leaves little to the imagination and she feels exposed and vulnerable.


A cleavegag muffles her moaning and her breathing is labored as her body arches. Her belly undulates in and out an emphasizes her ribcage as she struggles. Her blue eyes look at you pleadingly to let her out but she knows that you are... Show more