Hinata rose from your face once more, and she exited the bed. She shyly motioned you to a chair.
You obliged
Without any words, she tied your hands around the back, making you both excited and curious. Her eyes seemed to gleam in naughtiness. They were pure and large, yet mysterious in smoky lust.
Hinata turned around once more, knowing where you were going to look. She had mounted your face for what seemed like hours, yet you craved it already. Without warning, she left the room where you came from.
Impatience. It was awful. You wanted her back.
She did, but not alone.
Another man who was much taller than you, and probably tough was being led by the little Hinata toward the bed, where he proceeded to lay down as well.
Hinata gave one last look at you, until her behind was pulled down onto the mans face as you watched in jealousy. After that, she payed you no mind and began riding him. Her hands steadied themselves on his chest, as she dug his face in.
Your hands were bound. You could do nothing. You wanted to much, but got nothing.
Hinata softly adjusted to sit right on the stranger's nose just as she did to you, and she let out a soft, warm fart onto him.
His pleasure was your torture. She didn't let him breathe from that point on. The tight crack of her blue pants was filled with the man's nose, which proceeded to be forced snugly due to her adjustments.
The only thing you could see was her back, her long flowing azure hair, and her wonderful ass mounting her man. This was your fate.
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