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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-09-19 23:35:40

RILEY.

I stare at him. I can’t do that. I know I can’t.

But, my body is already shivering with pure, sick excitement. I want to tell him the money isn’t worth this, but the lie tastes like ash in my mouth because I want the money.

And not just the money…. I want whatever the fuck he is about to do to me even more.

He extends one hand, and a short black leather crop, a pair of heavy nipple clamps connected by a thin chain, a thick vibrating butt plug, and a small, powerful clit suction toy a
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    RILEY. I stare at him. I can’t do that. I know I can’t. But, my body is already shivering with pure, sick excitement. I want to tell him the money isn’t worth this, but the lie tastes like ash in my mouth because I want the money. And not just the money…. I want whatever the fuck he is about to do to me even more. He extends one hand, and a short black leather crop, a pair of heavy nipple clamps connected by a thin chain, a thick vibrating butt plug, and a small, powerful clit suction toy appear in his palm like he simply decided they should exist. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE? In his other hand, there is a sturdy black collar and a matching leash. On his face, a smile that makes me feel as though I’m about to be reduced to something completely and utterly beneath me. “On all fours.” He orders, and I want to refuse, but my body drops to the carpet before the thought finishes. My tits hang heavy, my ass is in the air, and my cunt is so open and wet I can feel cool air kissing

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