Knightmare27
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Lengthening the rope a bit, he Witchfinder reclined on the rack, his penis standing up like a signpost announcing that the little prisoner had managed to seduce him. It had brought so many people unspeakable agony. Why shouldn't it be a bed of pleasure for once?
So that was how the rack felt. Hard and cold, yes, but quite smooth, actually. He didn't know why they always screamed on it, he thought with a chuckle.
He reeled in the rope, pulling her hands closer, then took them and placed them on his chest. Except for her badly injured thumbs, they were smooth and delicate. Soft and small. Girl hands.
"You said you know how to massage someone. Show it to me, my little plaything!"
So that was how the rack felt. Hard and cold, yes, but quite smooth, actually. He didn't know why they always screamed on it, he thought with a chuckle.
He reeled in the rope, pulling her hands closer, then took them and placed them on his chest. Except for her badly injured thumbs, they were smooth and delicate. Soft and small. Girl hands.
"You said you know how to massage someone. Show it to me, my little plaything!"