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The raft slapped in opposition to the shore, its moist, weathered floor jostling the three folks sitting on high. Trixie, wearing a black leather-based bodysuit, appeared impervious to the coolness. Beside her, Bruno sported a good leather-based hood with a ball gag, his muscular arms sure in rope behind his again. Cold sweat beaded his shaved head.

The raft kicked up onto the rocky seashore with Trixie hopping off, her high-heeled boots digging into the dust. She sauntered over to Bruno and grabbed his hair, jerking his head again roughly. “Get up, pet. We’re going to have some fun.”

Bruno tried to regular himself, encumbered by his restraints. Trixie shoved him ahead, propelling him up the path. He took a number of stumbling steps earlier than regaining his steadiness. The mossy path wound between towering pines, daylight darting by the branches to identify the damp forest flooring.

They came across a clearing enclosing a small, shack-like constructing. Trixie produced a key and unlocked the rusty padlock. She pushed Bruno contained in the candlelit area, cramped and dank-smelling. Crates have been stacked in opposition to the partitions, and a bedframe stood within the heart.

Trixie directed Bruno to strip. This executed, she commanded him to lie on the mattress, his legs unfold. Tails dangled in from holes within the ceiling. Trixie deftly tied his ankles with swift, purposeful knots. His wriggling was futile.

She produced an assortment of candles and jars of wax, setting them on the crate by the mattress. Retrieving the primary white candle, she lit the wick. Drops of molten wax splattered Bruno’s chest and thighs as Trixie drizzled it slow-motion fashion. His muffled groans grew louder.

Trixie scissored her fingers, retrieving a pistol from underneath her leather-based halter. The chilly muzzle pressed between Bruno’s legs. “Let’s see how you react to this, pet.”

Bruno’s toes curled as one thing moist and slick dragged between his unfold buttocks. At the identical time, Trixie circled his cock together with her different hand, pumping up and down with pressure. Bruno’s breath hitched, his complete physique tensing. Trixie stilled, swapping the toy for a strap dildo. She buckled the saddle to her waist and positioned it at his entrance, rubbing up and down.

Bruno’s hips reflexively tilted, welcoming her to enter. Trixie thrust deep with a groan. As she slowly pumped, the dildo stretching his tight channel, she pinched and pulled on his nipples, twisting the delicate peaks. Bruno thrashed in opposition to his bonds.

Bruno’s eyes rolled again in his head, drool leaking from the nook of his mouth as Trixie buggered him into submission. His cock pulsed on the base, a bead of precum forming on the tip. Trixie attacked his prostate with a vengeance, delivering punishing thrusts aimed on the delicate spot. Bruno’s eyes flew open and his lips parted in a silent scream.

Trixie leaned down, her lips brushing Bruno’s ear as she growled, “Come for me, pet.”

And Bruno did, his cock erupting in pearly ropes of cum that splattered his heaving chest.

Trixie untied her latest conquest and oiled his uncooked limbs, kneading the stress from his muscle groups. She redressed him and, in deft strokes minutes later, he was gagged and lashed tight. Trixie straddled his hips, the tight stretch of leather-based vibrating as she rubbed her pleasure zone in opposition to his semi-flaccid cock.

Bruno whimpered into his gag, his eyes shiny with tears. Trixie gyrated her hips, milking his spent member. She introduced her greased fingers to his well-fucked gap and plunged two knuckles deep. Bruno bucked on the sudden penetration, however Trixie pinned him down. She screwed her fingers in a corkscrew sample, slowly pumping. More lube trickled in throughout her knuckles. Her palm thumped in opposition to the pucker on every downward thrust.

Trixie steadily compelled one fist deep into Bruno’s guts. His orgasmic groan elevated in pitch, then outside fowl sounds light. Trixie’s eyes squinted in focus, her muscle groups and tendons straining as she gripped the remainder of her hand into Bruno’s channel. Her sweat-slicked wrist inched previous the ring of muscle, adopted by the sounds of Bruno’s labored respiration. She continued to piston her arm, forcing her complete muscled fist previous the clinging rim.

Bruno choked on the ball gag. Trixie labored beside him, wringing out the final drops till he sagged in opposition to the mattress, completely spent. Daylight light in opposition to the cabin’s cracked window pane.