Brigette Finds Happiness or Does She
The wind blew in through the open attic window and bird song floated in with the breeze. Brigette’s right nipple puckered from the cool air passing over her naked and trapped body. Her left nipple would have puckered too, except it ached in pain.A simple wood clamp crushing her most delicate nip. It was now just a purple protruding nub of throbbing flesh between the wood.She licked her semen covered lips and then shivered as another gust of air passed over her bound body. The shudder in her...