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Yui Shirasaki Bound and Tickled - You'll Laugh, You'll Suffer, And I'll Enjoy It

3/5/25 10:05 PM•19 min•1645 MB•mov•4k
Prix€16.49 EUR
CatégorieChatouillement
Catégories liéesBDSM,Domination,Japonais,Chatouillement sensuel,Formation soumise/esclave
Mots-clésJff Bongade,Langue japonaise,Sexy Clothes,Yui Shirasaki,Belly Button,Masked Man,Sadistic Masked Man,Teasing,Dominance,Domination lesbienne,Lingerie,Navel,Japan Fetish Fusion,Chatouillement,Erotic Tickling
Description

Tickling without limits--where only the dominant masked master decides when it ends. 

"Only wild, uncontrollable laughter… and of course, you'll suffer--because I want it, and I say so." 

A thrilling game where Yui Shirasaki herself chose to test her limits.

In a dark, abandoned studio, the masked master of dark pleasure looms over his captive. The sweet Yui Shirasaki lies completely immobilized on a bed steeped in the echoes of past games--where screams and laughter still linger in the air. Her delicate wrists are tightly bound, her body exposed, vulnerable… surrendered to pleasure with no escape, yet deep inside, she knows this is exactly what she secretly craved.

The masked figure watches his prey with hunger, yet remains patient--his control is absolute. He unveils an arsenal of tickling tools: feathers, brushes, massage gloves--dragging them mercilessly across the most sensitive zones of his toy.

He holds her gently, his fingers tracing her nape, sending shivers down her spine before gliding lower. He teases the inside of her thighs, lingers at the sensitive skin of her wrists, then barely grazes her ears. She writhes and squirms between bursts of wild laughter, attempting to evade the unbearable torment—yet each new stroke only heightens the overwhelming blend of agony and pleasure.

The session stretches on, prolonging the delicious domination of helplessness. The tickling never stops. Exhaustion takes over, but the game is far from over.

How long will Shirasaki endure? Or will the masked master leave her bound and gasping--aching for more, desperate to cross limits she never imagined? 

Find out now.

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