Not ever passing an offer to go spelunking, my tongue drives foward. I reach foward as these lovely breasts are forced into my face adn my tongue glides between then licking the sternum below. Tasting the lime from before and them coming in contact with something metal and them i understand, its the key to the cuffs. My mind thinks quickly and i want no part of the key. I back away and move my head to the side pushing the bra aside with my face, instead of seaking freedom I take a hardening nipple into my mouth and enjoy...

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Love...the slowest form of suicide.