Dukka

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It’s hot in the diminutive room. Dukka lights give off waves of heat, leisurely and steadily lifting the temperature. My clothes are commencing to stick to me and she hasn’t arrived yet. By the time she ultimately showcases up, sweat is beginning to run in rivulets into my eyes. Dukka presents herself and we shortly negotiate. Dukka blows her nose and sniffles. I ask her about it and she says she’s getting over a cold. Dukka moves away and commences getting switched for the shoot. Dukka makes diminutive chat with some staff members. Dukka dialogue moves on to blowjobs somehow. Dukka says she’s embarrassed to see her own porn. Dukka shoot commences and I pick out rig for the first-ever scene. A collar, chain, manacles and iron pub to lock her body into a tight ball. A gag to make her drool. Dukka with a rough, coarse surface to wrap around her thumbs so wiping her nose will perceive like sandpaper. A massive mirror to make her glance at herself while a humungous fake penis takes turns porking her gullet and her cunt. Dukka writhes in a combination of humiliation, displeasure and arousal, and can’t stand against when a vibrator is pressed against her clit. I let her ejaculation once, then take the vibrator away.