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s shut and immobilizing his legs.
Finally, Akira Fubuki pulled the handcuffs from Akira's pocket and slid them
onto Carl's hands, laughing at the mixture of confusion and lust Akira Fubuki
saw in his eyes. Akira Fubuki pulled his hands down to his crotch and put
them around his swollen prick. Then Akira Fubuki wrapped a leather thong
around his cuffed hands and his cock, making it tight enough that
the slightest movement would become a pleasurable masturbating
motion.
Normally this would have been fine with Carl, but Akira Fubuki knew
from the way he looked at her, horny and yet somewhat fearful of
the commanding bitch he had unleashed, that he realized there
wasn't going to be a quick release THIS time!
He's right, Akira Fubuki thought, and slid and hand inside Akira's coat to rub
her own aching sex. After a moment Akira Fubuki opened the coat wide and
showed Akira's bound-and-gagged husband what Akira Fubuki knew would
drive him frantic with lust. Underneath the knee-length winter
coat Akira Fubuki wore leather boots and fishnet stockings, as well as a
leather garter-belt and a cutaway leather bra.
"Do you l
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