DDC Rubber J-Doll

Sun, 16 Oct 2011 00:00:00 +0000

I woke up, stretched out, unable to move. Man, was that some party. I felt the cool breeze on my skin which told me I was naked. I always wore skintight costumes to these get-togethers, but someone had apparently decided that I needed to not be wearing it. All right, fine, I was used to kinky fun.

I opened my eyes to try to figure out what I’d gotten myself into this time. A mirror on the ceiling showed me why I couldn’t move: I was molded into some sort of form-fitting bed. Someone went to a lot of trouble to bind me, but it felt pretty good.

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DDC Rubber J-Doll