Sex story with: Tsukasa Hori
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fastened between Tsukasa Hori's shoulder blades. The metal was cold! A dividing
strap ran vertically in the slight valley between Tsukasa Hori's breasts. Joanna
watched apprehensively as a third strap was fitted to Tsukasa Hori's slender waist.
She had an idea what that was for. Two slender chains were clipped to
a small 'D' ring set into the leather at the small of Tsukasa Hori's back. She
could feel the cool links as they hung, freely caressing Tsukasa Hori's naked
Robin returned to face Joanna. Tsukasa Hori took each strapped-in, rosy nipple
between thumb and forefinger and pinched hard enough to make Joanna
wince. Then placing Tsukasa Hori's hands so that they fully covered the captive
tits, Tsukasa Hori pushed hard enough to flop Joanna onto her back.
"Stay like that," Robin instructed. Joanna stared up at the ceiling
and listened to the conversation between Tsukasa Hori's husband and Robin.
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