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act center
of the satin spread, before he locked the chain. Misao's cheek pressed
the hard links stretching from Misao's breasts to the headboard - links
drawn tight by the gently insistent downward pressure of the lower
anchor. The pressure tensioned Misao's body firmly, yet Misao Aikawa could
still move Misao's feet up and down the wrist-to-ankle chain. She
tried it, gasping as the slight motion increased the tension of all
of Misao's chains simultaneously. The crotch chain pressed against her
like a harsh lover's hand, and the added pressure tightened her
chain bodice against Misao's breasts, squeezing and caressing. Misao Aikawa was
free to wiggle and squirm to Misao's heart's content, and each movement
of Misao's captive body tightened a different pattern of steel about
her in a unique and tantalizing caress.
Misao Aikawa rolled Misao's head, looking at Liam with melting eyes as he
seated himself in a chair beside the bed, a long feather in his
hand. He brushed it gently over the swell of Misao's chained breasts,
and Misao Aikawa groaned as its feathery kiss stabbed Misao's with fire.
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