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Xuebing Du

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Love Begins
KIROKAZE
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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

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Not today Justin

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Kaledo Art
Game of Thrones Daily
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
Misplaced Lens Cap

if i look back, i am lost

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La Niña
I commissioned this from Bondageman Brazil over 10 years ago.
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The Intruder 11
It was all over. Abigail hauled the still dazed and now securely bound, Louie to his feet, pushed him into a chair and tied him tightly to it. It was now the infuriated intruder found his voice and began cursing and abusing his erstwhile victim at which the flight attendant became irritated and tied a strip of cloth over the man’s mouth, gaging him. “Oh do shut up, you sore loser!” she told him firmly.
Then Abigail retrieved her phone. Glancing at her mmmmmphing prisoner with a slight smile on her lips, the young woman spoke. “Oh hi. Reception? I have a parcel in my room I’d like you ladies to come and collect. Oh, it’s a man - an intruder in fact. Oh no, everything is ok. He had a glass jaw! 😂…. And now he’s a bit tied up 😁. Thanks. See you later.”
The stewardess ended the call and grinned at the glaring Louie. “The girls from reception will be here soon.” she said to him with a twinkle in her eye. “I do hope you behave better with them than you did with me, sir!” The defeated intruder simply glowered at her, feeling utterly humiliated.
THE END.
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With a disgusting smile, the 6 ft, 350 pound kidnapper, watched as the 23 year old college soccer player he had chloroformed and kidnapped, struggled on his bed, yelling for help through the gag that had been tightly wrapped around his mouth. All the soccer player could see was darkness with the blindfold on and did not know what would happen next.
The kidnapper slowly unveiled his girthy 7 inch cock and began to stroke it as he watched the soccer player with delight, eyeing his socked feet for a while before lurching a bit a closer until his face was almost between the soccer players soles. Struggling even more and feeling a weird warmth between his socked feet, the soccer player let his feet feel around the bed until they were both planted on the sides of the kidnappers hairy, but very warm face. That’s when the soccer player realized there had been someone in the room entire time watching him struggle and the soccer player began to panic a little more.
This excited the kidnapper and before the soccer player could pull his legs away, the kidnapper grabbed both the soccer players socked feet by his ankles and forced the soles around his veiny, hard, erect cock. He breathed heavily with pleasure as he forced the soccer players socked feet to stroke his cock, each socked foot having a slight warmth from the soccer players practice earlier in the day time.
“Curl your socked toes around my cock..NOW”, the kidnapper had demanded from the soccer player.
Scared and without hesitation, the soccer player curled his socked toes around the man’s cock as his socked feet continued to bring the man pleasure.
“That’s a good boy”, the kidnapper said calmly…
Watch Bruce hogtied in bed
Edward Wilding for LAB A4 Magazine
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Tanner cleavegagged and hogtied
Verbotene Liebe 1995
“While the Clock Ticked” - Hardy Boys in the 1970s, in peril yet again…
Grandsons of the Hardy Boys - in yet another precarious predicament…
Used to call this line in the early 2000s, from an awesome kinky magazine of yore - would wait with intense anticipation every other month for “Bound and Gagged” magazine’s next release, picking it up at a seedy adult bookstore in an old “Stucky’s” or “Nickerson Farms” restaurant along the Interstate in Michigan or Ohio…