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I'm laid on my back on a cold, marble table in the middle of the room. Hands holding my ankles, I am tied down with my knees bent in the air. My breathing is heavy with anticipation as I wait for my Master to enter the room. I can already feel that my black lace knickers are becoming moist between my legs. I hear the door shut with force and immediately my body shudders with excitement....
Added 14 Feb 2014 | Category BDSM
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