Bridget Vs. I-No/snap
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As you attempt to jerk the strings into place, she counters with a swift twist, slipping off and leaving you tangled up in your own mess. | As you attempt to jerk the strings into place, she counters with a swift twist, slipping off and leaving you tangled up in your own mess. | ||
| - | "You | + | "You thought I wouldn't see that coming? Now, look at you. Poor thing!" There you are, your cock throbbing and twitching helplessly, at her mercy. |
"Let's complete the picture, hm?" With a mischievous grin she saunters up to you, wrapping her hands around your member. With soft fingers and swift strokes she begins to pleasure you. This might not turn out so bad, after all. Passion swells within you, your hips start to jerk about, and at last you reach climax. "Got you!" she exclaims, aiming your penis upward. Strand after strand of your own semen splashes all over your face. So she leaves you, tied up in your own strings, and covered in your own spunk. You can hear her laughing to herself for quite some time as she walks away. | "Let's complete the picture, hm?" With a mischievous grin she saunters up to you, wrapping her hands around your member. With soft fingers and swift strokes she begins to pleasure you. This might not turn out so bad, after all. Passion swells within you, your hips start to jerk about, and at last you reach climax. "Got you!" she exclaims, aiming your penis upward. Strand after strand of your own semen splashes all over your face. So she leaves you, tied up in your own strings, and covered in your own spunk. You can hear her laughing to herself for quite some time as she walks away. | ||
Revision as of 01:43, 2 June 2014
As you attempt to jerk the strings into place, she counters with a swift twist, slipping off and leaving you tangled up in your own mess. "You thought I wouldn't see that coming? Now, look at you. Poor thing!" There you are, your cock throbbing and twitching helplessly, at her mercy. "Let's complete the picture, hm?" With a mischievous grin she saunters up to you, wrapping her hands around your member. With soft fingers and swift strokes she begins to pleasure you. This might not turn out so bad, after all. Passion swells within you, your hips start to jerk about, and at last you reach climax. "Got you!" she exclaims, aiming your penis upward. Strand after strand of your own semen splashes all over your face. So she leaves you, tied up in your own strings, and covered in your own spunk. You can hear her laughing to herself for quite some time as she walks away.
BAD END!
