S*x Toy Designer (1v1) - Chapter 33
Xie Jingyao didn’t stop, pulling her body upward until she balanced on her tiptoes.
Chi Zaozao felt her form stretched perfectly, like a ballerina poised in the room.
Her right leg was lifted, bound to another rope.
The hemp rope cleverly avoided her joints, tied with meticulous care.
Unable to hold herself, she tried lifting her foot to ease the strain, but her weight pressed into the ropes, squeezing her flesh and leaving red marks.
“Master, your s_ave was wrong. Please let me down,” she pleaded, sobbing. Tears soaked the blindfold, dripping pat-pat to the floor.
She didn’t know if he was still there, but she believed her cries would soften him.
He didn’t release her. Instead, he took a massage rod, teasing her dripping p_ussy.
The rod, unpowered, was wielded with patience. He wiped her ar_usal with it, grazing her cl_toris and brushing her p_ussy’s entrance, feigning carelessness.
The teasing drove her wild. She twisted to escape, but her blind p_ussy couldn’t evade the rod, which found and caressed her every time.
“Master… please… your s_ave can’t…” She panted heavily, not suffocating but gasping like a dying soul craving air.
Unable to close her legs, the rod’s stimulation left her floating like a leaf, mo_ns filling the room.
He suddenly thrust the rod into her p_ussy, pressing it to her deepest core.
“Ah!” Her p_ussy clenched, a gush of ar_usal spilling along the rod.
The rod slipped downward, whether by his design or not, he’d chosen a particularly slim one.
“Let it fall, and we start over,” he said coldly.
His voice was her lifeline. Her p_ussy gripped the rod tightly.
Panting, she endured as he continued, swapping for a thicker rod to tease her cl_t.
The inserted rod began vibrating.
The buzz mingled with her gasps and mo_ns. She strained to hold the rod, its vibrations caressing every sensitive spot, rotating inside her…
She recalled this model. It was last year’s flagship, designed for virgins. Its slim form brought pleasure without breaching the hymen, passing through its natural opening if positioned right.
For experienced women, an upgraded version allowed bending and rotating inside.
She was thankful he hadn’t bent it.
Another rod found her an_s, lubricated by her ar_usal, sliding in smoothly.
“Ah!” The intense stretch made her head tip back, and the rod in her p_ussy slipped further, uncontrollably.