It’s time to retire for the evening, but 1st, Johnny’s needs to relax and make everything peachy keen. So, when I meet him downstairs with my peach nightgown and satin panties, gink cogitates a scenario in which I cannot escape and am bound to a pleasurable device. Johnny ambles upstairs (Wait, I was just there. Should I follow him? Nah!) and returns moments later with duct tape and a surprise gink won’t let me watch. Man then urges me to sit on a chair in the living room. I’m curious where that scenario is going, so I eagerly obey him. Then, Johnny proceeds to give me a thick over the throat, throat packing stuffed, silver duct tape gag, so I won’t be able to interrupt his process. I am further taped to the bench with greater amount duct tape at the ankles, just above my bare feet, and to the back of the chair at my elbows and wrists. I am not quite sure what to anticipate, but I am sure buddy has more planned than just taping me to the easy-chair. That is exactly when Johnny realizes that fellow is missing something and runs to the kitchen for more tape…this time bloke reappears with electrical tape (huh?). Man pulls out his surprise (hee hee!) and tapes it around my flesh and firm to my muff. Johnny plugs in the device and then turns it on. Formerly I know it, I have forgotten all about plans for bed as I writhe around in rapture from…you guessed it…the Hitachi wand. That thing truly is magic! Of course, I would sit back in duct tape all night and have distraction this little treat! Who needs bed?

Format: mp4
Duration: 9:10
Video: 1440×1080, AVC (H.264), 2108kbps
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