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McCree – Begging and Crying

It’s probably one of your best works yet, you think. Tied tight on his belly in a hogtie with one arm free, a vibrating prostate plug in his ass, his cock bent back and a vibrating frenum ring strapped tight to it, a mouth stuffed with a ball gag, and heavy duty nipple clamps, Jesse sure posed a very seductive picture.

He’s trembling with want, his eyes tearing and begging you. Drool slips from the gag and to the bed, wetting the fabric under his cheek as he writhes in place. Tied as he is, Jesse can’t move beyond squirming in place, and that’s exactly how you like him.

You caress his balls with two fingers, the silky flesh moving as the sac tightens under your touch. “You just had to be naughty and break my rules again, didn’t you baby?” you sigh, tapping with your nails to watch his balls jump. “Didn’t I tell you not to touch yourself?”

Jesse groans, tries to mumble something through the gag, and though you can’t hear what he’s saying, you know exactly what he meant. Bending doesn’t mean breaking, you can hear him say in that silky twang. You caught him humping a pillow when you expressly told him not to touch himself, almost cumming just as you entered. You don’t like it when he circumvents your rules, you tutted at him as you forced his body into position. And now he’s paying the price for his rebellion.

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