It’s time to retire for the evening, but 1st, Johnny’s needs to relax and make everything peachy keen. So, when I meet him downstairs with my peach nightgown and satin panties, chap cogitates a scenario in which I can’t escape and am strapped to a pleasurable device. Johnny ambles upstairs (Wait, I was just there. Should I follow him? Nah!) and returns moments later with duct tape and a surprise chap will not let me see. Gink then urges me to sit on a easy-chair in the living room. I’m curious where this scenario is going, so I eagerly obey him. Then, Johnny proceeds to give me a thick over the throat, face hole packing stuffed, silver duct tape gag, so I won’t manage to interrupt his process. I am further taped to the bench with greater amount duct tape at the ankles, just above my bare feet, and to the back of the bench at my elbows and wrists. I am not quite sure what to anticipate, but I am sure dude has more planned than just taping me to the bench. That is exactly when Johnny realizes that buddy is missing something and runs to the kitchen for more tape…this time lad reappears with electrical tape (huh?). This guy pulls out his surprise (hee hee!) and tapes it around my body and firm to my muff. Johnny plugs in the device and then turns it on. Before I know it, I have forgotten all ’bout plans for bed as I writhe around in rapture from…you guessed it…the Hitachi wand. This thing genuinely is magic! Of course, I would sit back in duct tape all night and enjoy this little treat! Who needs bed?
Format: mp4
Duration: 9:10
Video: 1440×1080, AVC (H.264), 2108kbps
Audio: 153kbps