"Haa… hng… how long are you going to keep touching my breasts?" Morgan said with a flustered voice.
"Why? Don't you like it?" I asked with a teasing tone.
"It's not that I don't like it…"
After tying her wrists to the ceiling, immobilizing her, Karl hugged her from behind, continuously kneading her breasts.
Her large breasts filled Karl's hands, boasting elasticity as they were roughly molded like dough.
'It feels… good, but…'
Karl's touch brought thrilling pleasure just by fondling her breasts.
It was incomparable to when she masturbated.
But why did he bother pulling out those tools if he was just going to do this?
"Haa… hng… ah…uhmm"
Tying up a mighty dragon with ropes, pulling out things like a riding crop, vibrator, blindfold—scary stuff.
She thought it'd be a painful play, but he just kept gently teasing her breasts, which confused her.
'He could touch me a bit harder…'
Karl only caressed her lightly, like a tickle.
It felt sweet, but the stimulation was lacking.
