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, chap cogitates a scenario in which I can’t escape and am chained 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 fellow won’t let me watch. Fellow 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 muzzle, kisser packing stuffed, silver duct tape gag, so I will not manage to interrupt his process. I am further taped to the armchair 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 dude has greater amount planned than just taping me to the stool. That is exactly when Johnny realizes this boy is missing something and runs to the kitchen for greater amount tape…this time guy reappears with electrical tape (huh?). Gink 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. Before I know it, I have forgotten all ’bout plans for bed as I writhe around in rapture from…you guessed it…the Hitachi wand. This thing honestly is magic! Of course, I would sit back in duct tape all night and enjoy this little treat! Who needs bed?

Format: mp4
Duration: 9:10
Video: 1440×1080, AVC (H.264), 2108kbps
Audio: 153kbps

File size: 152.2 MB