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She ended behind me, and her cool hands hefted show your tities the weight of my breasts in her hand.
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Suddenly her hands left my body, leaving show your tities me aching.
She slowly walked to the corner of the room to retrieve the corset that was waiting in the corner.
I watched her in the mirror, not moving, but feeling like prey nonetheless, as she came from behind me and wrapped my body in the tight black binding.
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She lowered it gently over my arms.
I was unable to stifle a moan as her fingers accidentally caressed my nipples.
She laughed softly from show your tities behind me, her mouth near my ear.
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Breathing show your tities became difficult as my waist was sucked in by inches.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I was stunned to see my breasts bulging at the top, supported by a suddenly thin, compressed frame.
Every breath I took caused my breasts to shiver.
My tingling pussy and hard clit felt trapped within the confines of the denim, and I couldn help but roll my hips back and forth, stimulating myself even further against the rough seam.
As I watched myself in the mirror, I was struck by how brazen and needy my eyes were.
My pussy was swelling so much that the denim was pulled tight between my labia, and tell-tale marks of wetness were starting to appear.