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Look Inside Wolf Submission 2: Massage Therapy

Look Inside Wolf Submission 2: Massage TherapyShe should probably be struggling harder. Or at all, really. But she can't really be bothered to move at all. She feels completely spent already and they haven't even gotten started with her yet.

Once they manage to get her on the table though, some of her senses returns to her and she remembers that she hasn't agreed to any of this beforehand.

"Cain! Where are the rest of the guys?" she demands to know. "You can't just do this to me! I don't know any of these- mmhh!"

Cain stuffs her own panties into her mouth, silencing her for a moment until she spits it out of her mouth.

"Stop! Stop! Cain! Stop them!" She yelps when Tate grasps both her wrists and ties them together above her head. He loops ropes around her wrists and then ties them taut and tight. Her legs are spread wide, ankles held by the men and tied firmly in place at the 'V' ends of the 'Y' table, exposing her glistening holes for everyone to see. Her breasts rise and fall heavily with each shuddering intake of breath and she is all-too-aware that all eyes are on her, drinking in the sight of her prone, naked form.

She must be quite a sight already, pale skin on top of the table, n*****s perky and erect, lips plump and kiss-swollen. She tugs at the ropes experimentally and isn't at all surprised to find that there is no give to them at all. She's fully trapped.

Her inner thighs shake slightly as she feels fingers on her thighs, moving and kneading the flesh there, slowly easing up to massage her inner thighs.

"What- what're you doing?" she gasps, lifting her head up and peeking down from her breasts to see the men at the end of the table, standing between her legs and at the sides. Jason and Cain have their hands on her p***y lips, spreading them open while Tate stands in between them. He rubs her c**t first, and then slides a finger into her. One finger penetrating her throbbing hole easily, and then a second.

"We're stretching you open," Cain says like he's commenting on the weather, his tone level and calm. "Maybe Tate will fist you before he gets his knot inside you. We're going to ruin you for your wedding night," he says.

She begins to pull at the ropes harder. "Stop!" she gasps.

"Don't think she can take my fist yet. We should try out the dildo first," Caleb says from beside her.

She twists her head and sees him holding a giant black dildo that is not going to fit. She knows her body and her limits. She can probably take it after she's f****d loose by something smaller, but the fake c**k is a behemoth. She swallows the lump in her throat. It's eight inches long and incredibly thick.

"It's too big! It won't fit! I can't-" Caleb grabs her by her jaw and pries her mouth open, sliding the head of the silicon dildo into her mouth.

"Get it nice and wet. That's right," he growls while she tries to argue through her full mouth, unintentionally wetting the cool dildo in the process.

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