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2410CHARMS-You better Gag Me! We don't want them to hear me moan when you fuck me!

Title: "The Knock on My Door"



His knock on my door sent a shiver down my spine. It was late, and I was alone in my room, wondering if I should've stayed out longer. When I opened the door, my heart raced at the sight of him. His tall, muscular frame towered over me, a mischievous glint in his eyes.



"What are you doing here?" I whispered, my voice muffled by the gag in my mouth.



"I've come to play," he smiled, grabbing my wrists and pulling me into my room.



The room was dark, lit only by a small lamp on my desk. As he closed the door behind us, I felt the familiar rush of fear and excitement course through my veins. He was my bondage partner, someone who understood my deepest desires and darkest fantasies. And tonight, he was here to make them come true.



He pushed me onto the bed, his hands expertly tying my wrists to the headboard. Then he knelt down and pressed the cold, hard barrel of a vibrator against my trembling lips. "Suck," he commanded, his voice low and menacing.



I did as he said, sucking the vibrator deep into my mouth, feeling the pulse of it against the roof of my mouth. It was exhilarating, terrifying, and more arousing than anything I'd ever experienced.



He pulled it out of my mouth and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back. His cock was already hard, and he pushed it against my lips. "You better gag me! We don't want them to hear me moan when you fuck me!"



I nodded, my heart racing as I reached for the panties I wore underneath. Slowly, I pulled them over my mouth, feeling the soft fabric brush against my lips. Then I tied it tight, the material muffling my cries as he began to fuck me hard and fast.



The bed squeaked beneath us, the headboard banging against the wall. I could feel every thrust deep inside me, my body begging for more. He was rough, commanding, and oh-so-powerful. And I was his helpless plaything, bound and gagged, moaning into my panties as he took me harder than ever before.



As the orgasmic tension built up inside me, I felt him pull out, his cock throbbing and ready to explode. And then he shot his hot, sticky load all over my stomach, chest, and face.



"That's a good girl," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "Now you can tell your parents you were working on your college project all night."



And with that, he left me there, tied up and gagged, my body aching for more. But that was part of the thrill, wasn't it? The anticipation of his return, the fear of being discovered, the rush of pleasure that overwhelmed me every time we played.



I lay there for a while, my heart still pounding in my chest. Then, slowly, I began to wriggle my way free, my mind already racing with thoughts of our next encounter. Because no matter how dangerous or taboo, the thrill of our bondage play was something I couldn't resist.

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