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I need to get this fucking wand off her. I don’t have a knife or anything on me. I can’t pull the board out from behind her knees because that’d probably hurt like a bitch with her legs clasped so tightly around it. I start trying to unwrap the mountain of fucking tape on top of the wand but the pressure is pressing it even more into Hannah. Her back arches violently and her tits jiggle as she almost screams through the gag. Fuck. And it’s only right now that my stupid ass is realizing that there’s a cord to the wand. The fucking thing is plugged into the wall. I yank the cord hard and it snaps out of the outlet. The buzzing dies down and Hannah goes from constant whining and grunting to just soft whimpers. I start working on the duct tape. After twenty seconds of fumbling I get pissed off and end up leaning forward to rip through a couple layers with my teeth. I breath in and her scent is so strong that I almost choke. I straighten up and look up at her face as I finish unwrapping that stupid fucking tape, and go still for babe a split second because Hannah is looking straight at me. Right into my eyes. None of this really felt real until just now. It was like I was on autopilot and just going through the motions, I was detached. But somehow locking eyes with Hannah, even though her lids are half closed and Hardcore her gaze looks unfocused, snapped me fully into the moment. I tear the last of the tape away and remove the wand and for the first real time I get a solid look at between her legs. Not that I hadn’t already looked, but the details didn’t register. And now they do. She’s completely smooth. Not a hair in sight. I guess some stereotypes about Americans are true. That they like their women smooth like a baby. I’ve never had a preference, bushy, trimmed, or bare. But I can’t help but recognize that this way you can see every fucking line and curve and its teens actually pretty damn erotic. 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