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She moves her head so that the shadows and her hair leave her face. I can see the evil grin which passes across her mouth. She saunters over to the chair in the room, all the while, rubbing her thighs and making asian wet tugging on the chain. The chair is large and ornate, the kind you might find in an old castle. The woodcarvings on the arms and back are curvy and suggestive. The cushions are plump and soft. She strikes a match from somewhere, and lights a candle on the nightstand next to the chair. The flame dances on top of the tall, thick stick of wax. It casts eerie shadows about the room, and accentuates the curves of her body. She sits on the chair, one leg splayed over the far arm. She sits in a manner which leaves her pussy lips in my full view. Her right hand caresses her inner thigh and teases her moist lips. Her left hand tugs on the chain. Each tug seems to bring her almost as much pleasure as the motions of her fingers on making asian wet her clit. Both hands seem almost to be in competition to see which can cause her the greatest pleasure. My already extremely erect cock pulses helplessly pleading for attention as I watch. Seeing this only makes her stroke making asian wet herself more. She spreads her pussy lips wide so that I can see how wet she is. She runs her left hand around her breasts and the swollen nipples. Her tongue moves feverishly around her mouth and teeth and ruby lips. She pushes two of her fingers inside of herself while the rest continue to stroke her most sensitive spots. Then she brings her hand to her mouth and begins to suck on her fingers, lapping up the precious juices there. Her teeth nibble on her fingers as if they have a will all their own making asian wet. Then she goes making asian wet back to stroking herself. This is worse torture than anything making asian wet I can making asian wet imagine. Just when I don’t think that I can take any more, I see the beginnings of her orgasm. Her face changes and contorts in a supreme effort to control her body. Her flesh convulses in alternating spasms of glorious pleasure and tortuous agony. She tries to cry out, but the cruel teeth trap the screams inside. Still she drives her body on. I can see her body begin to succumb to wave after wave of ecstasy, the sweat beading on her skin, and the leather and making asian wet chains pinching in all the right places. She continues to stroke herself and caress her nipples, driving herself further and further over the edge. Finally, the teeth relent, and she lets out a long slow guttural moan of utter satisfaction. Her body continues to shake from her release.