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My body was — oversensitive, dripping, and exhausted from the relentless waves of pleasure he had forced through me.
He finally pulled out slowly, watching with dark satisfaction as his c*m leaked from my used holes. Then he began removing the equipment with careful, almost tender hands.
First, the blindfold came off. I blinked against the dim red lighting, my eyes adjusting as I looked up at him. His face was flushed, hair slightly messy, eyes still burning with hunger.
Next, he unfastened the ball gag, letting me gasp for air properly. Drool ran down my chin as I took deep breaths.
Finally, he released the chains and spreader bar, gently lowering my aching limbs. He massaged my wrists and ankles, easing the stiffness from the tight bondage.
“Rest for a few minutes,” he said
