Dee is back and tied tightly as ever in wine-colored rope. Dressed in a shiny, sheer white shirt, and silky tan pantyhose, she struggles and squirms, rubbing her clot against the tight crotch rope. If she could only pull on it, she could certainly come, but that just isn’t possible. Her hands are...
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