This is more frustrating than that time I went bungee jumping. It’s all good and well to look like s*x on legs, but some outfits should come with an instruction manual.
I secure the final strap of my bondage lingerie into place and examine myself in the bathroom mirror. Now that it’s on and everything is where it should be, I can finally appreciate the vision the designer intended. Each thick and thin black strap hugs my curves and defines my shape while every inch of exposed skin works to entice the viewer. My n*****s strain against the straps securing my breasts in place as I turn to admire my ass. I adjust the thick garter belts on my thighs, so they evenly match. With that done, I tie my hair up into a super high pony, give it a swish and make my way out into the bedroom.
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