Elizabeth's Constrained Delight

In a dimly lit room, Elizabeth, the mysterious ingenue, is bound and vulnerable, her wrists secured above her head. Her captor, unseen, teases her with whispers and touches, igniting her senses. She writhes, her breath hitching as he runs a feather along her skin, tracing the curve of her spine, the swell of her ass. He whispers for her to beg, but she resists, her pride a shield against her growing desire. His response is swift, a sharp smack on her bare bottom, making her gasp. He explores her, his fingers tracing her folds, feeling her wetness. She moans, her resistance crumbling as he replaces his fingers with the cool metal of a vibrator, pushing her closer to the edge of ecstasy.

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• sfm
• bioshock

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