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"Or..." she said slowly. She did not finish her sentence. She only looked around, saw nothing she didn't like, grabbed me by the hand and pulled me towards the large, flappy doors that said "Staff only". I had never been backstage in a store like this. Building materials were everywhere, as well as boxes with tools, stacks of wallpaper, and all sorts of screws, nails, and other small things. No one was here, and she must have known, for didn't even look for any possible intruders and took me straight through another door made of plastic, curtain-like things. This room was emptier. It had a massive wall with a gigantic door that opened upwards - I assumed it did so when trucks arrived to drop off their load. On the tits other side stood a large machine that turned boxes into pulp, and some small, wooden stairs against it. The girl unbuttoned her jeans, leaned over them, and pulled down her pants, giving me the briefest of looks at her black thong before she pulled it down too. In no universe imaginable would I let this opportunity slip away. Even if I was married to a fairytale princess who was standing right behind me, I still would have done what I did: unbuckle my belt, pull my jeans and shorts down and get myself hard enough in order for it not to bend. As soon as that was the case, I stood behind her, put my hands on her ass, used my thumbs to push my pussy dick down just a little, and slid it inside her. If there had been BDSM any doubt fetish regarding her intentions, her loud curse would have taken all of it away. She had been working herself well back in the store, and I had no trouble sliding out and back in again. It was a great position we were in. Her knees were on the stairs, her back was arched, her hands were reaching up to the edge of the machine, and I was behind her, leaning on her butt, getting in as deep as physics allowed me to. Every thrust sounded like the clapping of hands, or slapping a cheek. Noises were coming from everywhere in the room, where other machines were doing their thing, oblivious of what was happening within the same four walls. Because she didn't seem like the type of girl that likes to be stuck in the same position for too long, I slid out, pulled her hair and dragged her towards the doorway. There was just enough room next to it to pull her up and push her against the wall. It was only after I was back inside her that I realized it wasn't an empty wall that she was leaning into, but that there was a large red button that her left shoulder was now banging into. Every time I pushed her up against it, the large door behind me opened a little, and with every other time it stopped. After some thirty-odd times, the gap had opened enough for the cars passing by to become visible. I barely noticed, especially when the plastic next to me started to move. A young man walked into the room, and dropped the empty boxes he was holding when he saw us. He stood there for a few moments, then disappeared again. "You're probably fucked," I Bondage whispered in her ear. "Damn right," she yelled. "Don't worry, I hate this job anyway!" Without sliding out, I pulled her away from the wall, and put her down on a table that had a staggering amount of pieces of paper lying on top of it. I could feel my dick trying to burn its way through her lower belly, and I had to be really careful not to pull my hips back too far. I put both my hands over her throat and leaned into it. She coughed, she laughed, she moaned and bit her lip. "Hang on!" she screamed. "What's wrong?" Her heels buried themself into the back of my upper legs as her body started to shake. “If you ruin it, we'll have to prepare another one.” "All of you, drop what you're doing. I loved it! It didn’t bother you the other night!” unfortunately, Tyler was gonna lose because he hasn't played in a while. The warcry was often enough to slow and daze opponents, sometimes even rendering them unconscious acting similar to a human fetish stun grenade, but Aurora was unphased. “What has gotten into you,” he asked, not that he minded at all. Emily saw that my cock jumped and was creating a pussy bigger wet spot in the sheet. “Sorry, I just had to wear it.” The last 15 tits minutes isn’t coming off my BDSM time, Jay still owes me an hour.” “Why didn’t you use up your time last night,” asks Connie. Amanda Bondage laid down on her stomach on the lounge chair.