Chair Vibed

It’s time to retire for the evening, but first, Johnny’s needs to relax and make everything peachy keen. So, when I meet him downstairs with my peach nightgown and satin panties, gink cogitates a scenario in which I can’t escape and am bound 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 won’t let me see. Guy 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 muzzle, kisser packing stuffed, silver duct tape gag, so I won’t manage to interrupt his process. I am further taped to the bench with more duct tape at the ankles, just above my bare feet, and to the back of the stool at my elbows and wrists. I am not quite sure what to anticipate, but I am sure man has greater amount planned than just taping me to the armchair. That is exactly when Johnny realizes that lad is missing something and runs to the kitchen for more tape…this time boy reappears with electrical tape (huh?). Buddy pulls out his surprise (hee hee!) and tapes it around my flesh and firm to my muff. Johnny plugs in the device and then turns it on. Formerly 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 honestly is magic! Of course, I would sit back in duct tape all night and have joy this little treat! Who needs bed?

Format: mp4
Duration: 9:10
Video: 1440×1080, AVC (H.264), 2108kbps
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