Dukka

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It’s steaming in the diminutive room. The lights give off swings of heat, leisurely and steadily elevating the temperature. My clothes are commencing to stick to me and she hasn’t arrived yet. By the time she eventually shows up, sweat is embarking to run in rivulets into my eyes. She presents herself and we shortly negotiate. She blows her nose and sniffles. I ask her about it and she says she’s getting over a cold. She moves away and embarks getting changed for the shoot. She makes diminutive converse with some staff members. The interview moves on to fellatios somehow. She says she’s embarrassed to see her own porn. The shoot embarks and I pick out rig for the first-ever scene. A collar, chain, manacles and iron club to lock her assets into a tight ball. A gag to make her drool. Tape with a rough, coarse surface to wrap around her thumbs so wiping her nose will perceive like sandpaper. A ample mirror to make her view at herself while a ginormous faux-cock takes turns poking her facehole and her cunt. She squirms in a combo of humiliation, dissatisfaction and arousal, and can’t resist when a wand is pressed against her clit. I let her ejaculation once, then take the wand away.