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Sexy2call HIFA

por Stacia Eichhorn (2019-07-04)


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I wake up within my bed. I quickly realise that this is not just a dream. My hands and feet are tied firmly to the bed posts. My head foggy and limbs heavy, I look down and my confusion is compounded further. My clothes have been replaced. The garment I'm now wearing consists of soft powder blue coloured silk, a small spaghetti strapped neglig? barely reaching my mid-thigh. The sheer fabric causes it to be clear that my bra and panties have now been removed. The loose bun I'd within my hair is down now, my locks carefully placed around my shoulders.