![]() I had asked her if they were too tight in front of the Lords. There’s a little bit of blood running down her hands from them cutting into her skin, and they’re blue from lack of circulation. I inspect her wrists and hands before I undo them. She cries out and stumbles forward in her heels, but I hold her. I walk behind her and grip her upper arm, pulling her to stand. She drops her head and lets out a soft sob knowing she’s being freed from the unforgiving metal binding her wrists. Satisfied with her obedience, especially with her lack of experience, I stand and reach into my back pocket, pulling out the handcuff key. Slowly, I pull them out, letting her lick them clean once again. ![]() When done right, a mouth can feel better than a pussy. Her lips close around my fingers the best she can, and her tongue wraps around them, making me groan when she sucks, wanting it to be my cock inside of her mouth again. ![]()
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