Main apne premi ko tumhare chhed ko chodne ke lie laee aur gand ke plag se uska viry aapki gand men bnd ho jaega

The door creaks open, and the echo fills the room, your heart pounding in sync with the rhythmic sound. My lover and I step into the room, your eyes darting to us, fear and anticipation etched clearly on your face. I smirk, reveling in your fear, feeding off of your anxiety. "Well, well, well," I purr, circling around your bound form. "What a pretty picture you make." I can almost see the question in your eyes, the uncertainty. It's then I snap my fingers, my lover moving towards you, his intent clear. The night progresses with you as our plaything. My lover takes his pleasure, his every thrust into your body making you whimper. The sight of you, taken and used, it's inticating. And when he climaxes, filling you with his seed, your humiliation is almost palpable. I waste no time, shoving the butt plug into you, trapping his seed inside. I don't want you to forget the taste of your own degradation. "Keep it in," I command, my voice firm.