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When I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, his spare hand traveled up my abs to cup my pecs. A muffled moan escaped my lips when he teased my nipples like before.

“Oh, fuck!” I cried, feeling the tip of his wicked tongue brush the nipple he wasn’t touching.

“Take care of my friend down here,” he said.

“I can’t.”

The clip kept my tied hands stuck to my pelvis, so I could hardly stroke my cock halfway.

“I see. Come here, then,” he said.

I would’ve killed him, or tried to run for the exit. In vain, but at least I would’ve tried. Unfortunately, by our third close one on one, I knew better. So I ground my teeth and swallowed my insults when he changed the clip from my belt to his. To make things worse, he grabbed my naked buttock to bring me closer to him, forcing me to let one of his legs between mine.

“Try humping now,” he said, looking down at my hands.

I did, thrusting my hard cock into my hands together. His grasp on my buttock improved when my hips recoiled.

“There you go,” he