Sexual chatting.

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It is just tight enough to keep your arms in place. The action forces your breasts to stick out, getting at least one soft cheer of approval from the group watching you as I turn you around to face them again.
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Your cheeks redden once again as you try not to look at those watching you. I lean down and suck on each tit and hear you purr softly in response. Biting them gently as I stretch each nipple out, the purr becomes a soft moan. I reach down with one hand and slap your thighs as you obediently spread them open. I reach up and slap your pussy, feeling your wetness. Then I rub your clit and push up into your slit, wetting my fingers from the moisture on your panties. I hear you moan again. I sniff my fingers, taking in the smell of your sex, then put them to your lips.
You open your mouth and lick them. I can see your excitement growing as your fear is fading. I bring my hand back down between your legs, and pushing your panties aside, tease your clit, then push two fingers into you. Juices flood over my hand and I see your knees buckle slightly.

Sexual chatting.