Hardcore Bondage Pickle

HHardcore bondage Hardcore bondage wasn’t part of my plan last weekend but I ended up strapped to a wall, ball gag in my mouth, nipple clamps holding weight, torturing my clit with heat, ice, clamps and more.  What was the worst that could happen? You knew I was into bondage. Remember what I said about my love for ropes, chains, and a alittile BDSM fun. You were aiming to please and pleasing me on every level

I look over and something is in your hand.  You quickly use it to wrap me up, then bound me, dragged me by my hair and arms, put me on your self-made toruture apparatus and proceeded to to strap me to the wall.  Forcefully shoving me and tightening the ball gag so hard in my mouth, I started gagging on it as I choked on my own spit unable to truly swallow.

Watching your hands fondle your growing hard cock. You sure are proud of all your hard work aren’t you?  Sweat and fluids filled my body.  You stick that perspiring cock out and lick the salty layer off the top of my skin, oh you nasty boy you. Your monster cock loves having fun with all my holes that date.  Oh I’m dripping wet just thinking about making memories with erotic bondage stories for years to come.

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