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Helga dropped the whip and stomped over to her toy table, her eyes bold Michelle to comment. She selected a small black pouch and strolled over to Greg, confidence flashing on her face. Michelle got up to take a look and was questioning why the cock was squeezed into a little bag while the balls were simply hanging there, looking out of a large hole. Michelle was about to comment when Helga swore and tore the upside-down cockbag off and tossed it throughout the room. Greg s construction muscle was small and limp from the treatment. Michelle felt a minute of pity and waited on Helga to return to her toy table. While Helga was choosing a brand-new toy of discomfort, Michelle wrapped her ruby lipstick lips around Greg shandy tool and drew gently. Her mouth left him as quickly as he solidified and Greg was thinking about that this was the nicest time he had ever had actually while tied up.

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