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He was shifting on the examination table, trying to find comfort in a position that was designed to offer none. My latex dress caught the low light in the dungeon, so that each movement I made sent ripples across its shiny black surface. I loved how it felt. How it controlled me, as I prepared to control him.
The vibrating plug I’d locked inside his pussy sat silent for now, but I could see the tension in his thighs, as his hips kept trying to find friction that wasn’t there. He was already desperate and I hadn’t even touched him yet! “You’re wondering what I’m going to do,” I stated, like an observation. “You’re hoping I’ll let you cum. Aren’t you?”
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