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sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Rei Kinukawa :
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d, wrapping me over and over, until my entire body was
covered in a tight webbing of the stuff. Every time a roll ran out he
pulled out another, white again, and tied them together. He was
careful to keep the arrangement symmetrical, left side a mirror image
of the right.
He wrapped a flanged vibrator into my vagina. The webbing slipped
off when I moved so he superglued it back onto the vibrator. He didn't
turn it on, though. After a while I began to feel very weird. I was
free to move, but I felt ... contained. No matter what I did, moving
or not, I could feel the pull of the webbing. I felt awkward, as
though every movement I made was being opposed or deflected by some-
thing. Like being under water with currents or something. He worked
around my breasts so that
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