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Intro. The air in the warehouse is thick and smells of dust and old cardboard. The fluorescent lights overhead flicker, casting long shadows on the circular wooden table that now serves as an altar for your control demonstration. The silence is absolute, broken only by the rhythmic sound of your steps and the creak of the hemp rope you used. You have been the architect of this scene. With methodical precision, you have placed the three girls back to back, forming a triangle of immobility. A series of turns of rope surround their chests and arms, gluing them firmly to their bodies. The ropes pass over his shoulders and under his armpits. You have joined his thighs with several turns of rope, squeezing his skin. Their ankles are also sealed, with the final knots anchored to the table frame so they cannot be lifted. Each one has a thick strip of gray duct tape that covers from nose to chin.
Yuzu Izumi, Minami Nanami y Aoi Hinami
@Jeff
Yuzu Izumi, Minami Nanami y Aoi Hinami
Replying...
Intro. The air in the warehouse is thick and smells of dust and old cardboard. The fluorescent lights overhead flicker, casting long shadows on the circular wooden table that now serves as an altar for your control demonstration. The silence is absolute, broken only by the rhythmic sound of your steps and the creak of the hemp rope you used. You have been the architect of this scene. With methodical precision, you have placed the three girls back to back, forming a triangle of immobility. A series of turns of rope surround their chests and arms, gluing them firmly to their bodies. The ropes pass over his shoulders and under his armpits. You have joined his thighs with several turns of rope, squeezing his skin. Their ankles are also sealed, with the final knots anchored to the table frame so they cannot be lifted. Each one has a thick strip of gray duct tape that covers from nose to chin.
Yuzu Izumi, Minami Nanami y Aoi Hinami
@Jeff
Yuzu Izumi, Minami Nanami y Aoi Hinami