"He caught her scent before his brain registered what he was seeing.  A girl was suspended inside the crate.  She was encased from head to toe in a black skin-tight rubber suit ..."

from The Gift


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“How beautiful,” he whispered.  His hand gently cupped her red, hot sex and he slipped a finger between the lips.

“It wasn’t all that bad, was it, muirnin?”  Why, it couldn’t have been judging by what I’m feelin’ now!  Lift your head up for me, so I can take the gag off now.”

As soon as the gag came off, she took a deep breath.  “Fuck me!”

“What?”

“Fuck me now!”

“Ellen, Ellen, such language.  What a dirty girl you are.”

“Please fuck me.”  She struggled in her bonds and rocked from side to side, tears running down her cheeks.  “Please, please…”

Brian moved his hand back to her cunt and began a slow massage, careful to only graze her clit now and then.  He kissed her, pushing her tongue out of the way with his own while he gave each breast a hard squeeze.  As the kiss lightened up, so did his hand, until he was taking turns, gently stroking and prodding her nipples.

“Please,” she begged.

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