Bridget Vs. I-No/fap

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You take a step back and begin stroking your ten-inch cock. "Oh, I think you look just fine right there" you say.

"It looks like you might need some help with that thing" I-No says. She takes a step back then in a flash, whips off her red leather jacket top while spinning around to turn her back to you. She is not wearing a bra, and you think that, for a moment, you saw her nipples, which only makes your cock get harder. Suddenly, the skank disappears into a flash of light. You tense up waiting to see where she will reappear when suddenly her hand comes from around your back and she takes hold of your throbbing shaft.

"You definitely need an extra hand with this big boy." she whispers into your ear. She pulls herself up behind you stroking your dick with one hand and running her other hand under your shirt to play with your nipples. She is pulling you into herself and you can feel her hard, exposed nipples and soft ample breasts pressing into you back.

The topless witch strokes your dick from the bottom to the top, forcing your hand off of it. She then starts to play with your enlarging helmet; circling her thumb around your tip while her fingers gently squeeze your shaft. She then switches her technique; she runs your rock hard cock between the V of her first two fingers to stimulate the sides of your shaft, and then switches back to stroking and squeezing. She keeps alternating techniques while your eyes close, your mouth drops open, and your breathing gets shallow as you are brought closer and closer to climax.

Then suddenly your string trap snaps, except that you are caught in it! With all of the fondling, you didn't notice that the bitch was inching you forward from behind. Your arms and legs are strung tightly and forced outstretched.

"Hate to leave you hanging, but I've got to go," the witch whispers into your ear, "sorry about the blue balls." And with that she is gone. You think you can faintly hear her laughing in the distance, but what she said it true. Your cock and balls are humiliated and blowing in the wind. You are SO hard, but can't do anything about it. You try in vain to think of how nice her rack looked, how perfect her touch was, but it doesn't work. You just can't think yourself to cum. You don't know how long you'll be stuck here, but your aching testicles won't let the time pass without complaint.


BAD END!

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