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| He unlocked her wrist cuffs allowing her to pull her wrists back into the cage and relocked them.
�Turn around,� He told her. She obeyed. �Back your tramp ass up here to the bars,� He commanded. She obeyed again. From where she could not see He produced a dildo, holding the buttplug in with one hand. He put the dildo into her wet cunt. �Now whore, fuck yourself with it,� He told her. She didn�t turn around but reached down and started working her cunt with the dildo. �Turn around and lay on your back with your legs up.� She moved as He told her to. With one hand she worked her clit with the other she moved the dildo in and out of her cunt. It wouldn�t be long before she cum, and He knew it, she was a hot little vixen. She looked up at Him pleadingly and He knew she was close. �Cum for me cunt,� He commanded. Instantly she began moving more rapidly, violent shockwaves going through her from the orgasm. She could not stop and although she tried not to make any sounds she moaned anyway. Just then, He rose from the couch and took down His pants, putting His half hard cock through the bars. �Suck it, whore,� He commanded her. She sucked it, putting it as deep into her throat it she could. As she sucked it hard, and fast, He pulled out suddenly and grabbed the keys to the door of the cage, moving around and opening the door. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her out of the cage. As she crawled to keep up, He dragged her into the bedroom, forcing her upper body onto the bed. �Get up there,� He told her. She obeyed instantly; climbing up onto the bed on her knees. |
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