My daughter

Author: Katie Andrews

At some point my whole body was bucking up of the couch to make contact with his body, and John had managed to restrict both my hands behind my back with his one free hand. Before I could protest in any way, I heard a metallic ‘click’ and then a bit of a jingle as John pulled away from me. He looked down on me from above, his erect cock clearly outlined against the front of his jeans, and as I tried to sit up I realized he had handcuffed my hands behind my back. I flashed a dirty smile.

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