Bondage in Motion

The spy's prey is a willing captive, her body aching for his touch as he looms over her, his silhouette stark against the faint city lights. He's a master of his craft, his every move calculated, precise. He takes his time, drawing out her anticipation, her need. She can feel the heat building between her legs, her nipples hardening against the rough ropes. He smirks, knowing the effect he has on her, before finally, mercifully, he touches her, his fingers tracing a path of fire along her skin.

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