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seriously, "but I'm sure just watching and listening to you
enjoy yourself will undermine my own self control to the point that
I'll be forced to release you to tend to both our needs." He
grinned wickedly as Yuka Haneda chuckled in understanding through the gag.
"So do be enthusiastic in your escape efforts dear, for both our
sakes," and the feather fluttered down the column of Yuka's throat,
darting to tickle Yuka's rich, chain compressed breasts once more.
Cindy rolled Yuka's face into the pillow with a sigh, wiggling
more energetically in Yuka's chains, fully aware that Yuka Haneda could never
escape them but gasping as each tiny motion produced a fresh spasm
of pleasure. The chains shifted with Yuka's movement, each shift
producing a tiny, musical whisper from Yuka's iron web. The music of
her chains melded in Yuka's head with the whirling passion of her
bondage and the loving bite of the steel and the flickering,
teasing kisses of the feather, and Yuka Haneda quivered, closing Yuka's eyes
as Yuka Haneda yielded herself to the mag
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