Helplessly restrained, she begs for her orgasm while being teased and edged over and over again, denied every time. At one point she passes out from the overwhelming pleasure.
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Helplessly restrained, she begs for her orgasm while being teased and edged over and over again, denied every time. At one point she passes out from the overwhelming pleasure.
Content created by: PleasureTorture
The first video collecting moments of a very long and intense orgasm denial session following a sensual massage. More interested in the model than the camera, therefore only a small amount of random moments were recorded. Also, the second half (the forced orgasms) were not recorded… involving my ‘victim’ being subjected to the release she begs for, and then being made to orgasm repeatedly and mercilessly.
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A sharp intake of breath, the prickling shock of realization, Laura had regained consciousness as if torn from the comfort of sleep by the stark horror of reality. From the moment she’d regained her senses, her mind had been racing to make sense of the predicament she found herself in. Laura squinted, the light piercing her vision until she adjusted to the brightly lit room, a sight which both mystified and terrified her. The room was small and bare, surrounded by mirrors which seemed to shine upon the young girl who was bound in the middle of it. Arms hanging from the ceiling, her wrists cuffed together while her legs were spread apart, feet flat on the warm carpeted floor as her ankles had been cuffed and pulled wide apart, leaving little room for movement.
“Please, where am I?” Laura called to no response, struggling to raise her voice as her head swam, the effects of the drug still lingering. She looked at herself in disbelief, feeling so small as the room seemed to engulf her, every angle of her slender frame displayed. How many times she had fantasised about being in such a situation, almost admiring the view as she hung there, spread helplessly, pale blue lingerie clinging to such a delicate, petite frame. ‘But not like this,’ she thought to herself, snapping back to the gravity of the situation, trying in vain to free herself.
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