the wrought Iron bed

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You’re lying on the wrought iron bed, hands cuffed to the edge of the bed posts, legs splayed wide, one on each bedpost at the foot. Not a stitch of clothing on you with the exception of the blindfold over your eyes, the room warm enough for a thin trace of sweat to glisten on your beautiful body, your pussy exposed, breasts and nipples erect and your hair draped down over the white linen of the bed.
I sit on the bed next to you, our bodies gently grazing before leaning over... should i continue?

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