Hara Kami Capture - Un Sumire Chapter Chord Song Chapter - Totally Bound

My mouth. My mouth is so dry. There's something. It's gagging my mouth. And the corners of my lips. What is it? It's so tight. I'm gagged. I'm gagged. I'm blindfolded. I've been kidnapped! Have I been kidnapped? The red lips coated with rouge and lipgloss were just like what Yun Sumire felt, her pink and white cheeks were greatly opened up by the objects stuffed in her mouth, the soft silk items absorbed a lot of fragrant fluids and became bulging and silky, perfectly pressing her tongue, making her screams due to the fear and blindness under the fear, were digested and absorbed and turned into low whimpering noises, and even the red lips were also embedded in the red lips by a tightened strip of cloth, stretching back from the corners of the mouth to the red lips. Even the bright red lips were also embedded in the red lips by a strip of tightening cloth, from the corner of the mouth backward stretched to the back of her head tied tightly, eliminating the possibility of her spitting out the silk products in her mouth, which is why she could not call for help. The low whimpering scream is full of the girl's lack of understanding of the current situation and confusion, but what is difficult to think of is that the girl's throat and nasal cavity issued by the shrill sound to the ears, that slightly English and the aftermath of the delicate voice, but also contains an inexpressible peculiar beauty, the unique delicate voice with a young girl under the Yingqi unwilling to scream, but also a mixture of a different wonderful tone echoed in the air, if we put aside the current moment, the silk products in her head. In the air, if we put aside the current situation of the girl being blindfolded and gagged, I'm afraid this will become another kind of melodious opera singing... "Ooooooooooooooo! (Help! There's no one! I've been kidnapped!!!)" Woo.... Me.... My hands.... This touch.... It's a rope right.... My hands are tied behind my back.... I can't. It's so tight. I can't move my arms. I can't reach my fingers. I can't reach my fingers. There's no way. Break free. Despite the girl's efforts to raise her head and let out a shrill and melodious cry for help, the tongue that was being compressed was still steadfastly fulfilling its duties, and Yun Cunxian's "shrill" cry for help had no effect other than to add more beautiful notes to that melodious opera voice. While she was struggling, the petite opera beauty tried to stretch out her hands to pull off the cloth covering her eyes and pull out the silk cloth in her mouth that was causing her gills to ache, but the end result was only the unpleasant sensation of her arms being tightly bound and her wrists being tied behind her back. Can not see the girl can only feel the rough rope in her hands under the activities of the skin constantly rubbing her wrists tied up together, also tied up behind the back of the arms, wrapped in the ancient female cape under the sleeves of the arms were also tightly wrapped in rope, tied up behind the back of the eyes can not see the tightly attached to the waist, even if it is impossible to see, but from the arm pull driven by the whole body of the leasing feeling, the girl can also feel the rope! Along with her arm binding in her chest above, will originally neat and dignified female cape le binding messy, even because the chest rope contraction is too tight, under the great panic, because the cherry lips are blocked and breathless girl even feel some [indescribable] like lack of oxygen pain. However, no matter how Yun Sumire screamed and struggled, twisting her waist and pulling the ropes, the ropes binding her arms did not show any sign of falling off, but instead rubbed the skin of her wrists, which were exposed under the snow-white long sleeves, all red.

The pleasant moans seemed to further stimulate the pillar in her mouth. The flesh, already burning hot, felt even harder and hotter, as if ignited by Mr. Yun's melodious, mournful groans. The hard pillar thrust back and forth in her mouth. Her small tongue constantly tried to evade, but could not escape the friction caused by the colossal object passing through. The slightly elastic tip repeatedly struck her throat, making Yun Jin roll her eyes in disgust. However... soon, what made her feel disgusted was no longer just the physiological reaction of the pillar hitting her throat. A pair of icy small hands clasped the back of Yun Jin's head. They were delicate, yet as strong as iron clamps, rendering the martial artist unable to pull her head out of the pillar, no matter how much she struggled. The girl's mouth was suddenly pressed against two round, spherical objects, and the pillar was thrust into her throat. The stimulation made her roll her eyes, almost to the point of her nose running. A faint, sweet fragrance entered her nostrils, but then, she could clearly feel what her fingertip was touching... a man's flesh. That... that means... the so-called pillar that was just shoved into her mouth... its true identity...!!!? "Mmmph?! Mmmph mmmph!!!!" What the hell is this!!! Why would someone shove... shove something so filthy into a lady's mouth! So disgusting... gag... get it out... pull it out quickly!!! "Mmmph mmmph mmmph!!!!" Her voice, which she had intended to be a sharp cry for help, was now muffled by the unknown cylindrical object. Yun Jin's delicate voice, a blend of heroic spirit and feminine charm, became low and inaudible. After guessing that her kidnapper was male, the soft rod and two smooth spheres stuffed into her mouth made her want to vomit from the bottom of her heart. She could never have imagined that her kidnapper would humiliate her in such a disgusting way...

It was a tall glass cabinet, roughly half a meter long and wide, and two meters high. Inside, a mother and daughter embraced, their lips pressed together, their [REDACTED] joined, arms wrapped around each other's waists, "passionately" kissing and fucking, as if oblivious to their entry, lost in their own world, each the sole center of the other's universe. The girl on the right was younger, appearing to be around twenty. She had light chestnut hair, regular features, and her eyes were tightly covered by thick gray blindfolds. She wore a casual outfit in Mondstadt style: blue puffy shorts and a white shirt, barefoot, with only white socks encasing her delicate feet. Her legs were bent and bound, straddling a broken wooden horse. Opposite her was a woman who bore a striking resemblance, yet was far more mature, elegant, and regal. Her slender and graceful body was clad in a black nun

Her fair fingers traced lightly over the smooth crystal glass, leaving streaks from the friction of her skin. Through the cold, hard display case, Chang Yue gazed at Yun Jin's eyes, like agate, once burning with fire, now filled with pain and exhaustion. They seemed to speak, pleading with the boy who watched her, tears flowing from the corners of her beautiful pupils. Her face was dusted with pale powder, and her eyelids were painted with vivid rouge, upturned like a mischievous flame. Her delicate eyebrows were hidden beneath neat, smooth bangs like threads of black jade. Below her high, cute nose, her red lips, coated with bright lip gloss, were sealed by a realistic [REDACTED]. Her small mouth was stretched into a round O-shape, her lips constantly wriggling, her teeth biting down on the [REDACTED], trying to force a meaningful syllable from her throat, to say something. Her face was streaked with tears and sweat, yet her exquisite makeup remained untouched. A delicate Luo hat adorned her dark hair, its tassels cascading down her long tresses. Her arms were bound behind her back, and one of her legs, beneath the long skirt, was pulled up by the knee, hoisted high. In the narrow display case, she was posed in a stance resembling a lone rooster, which, at first glance, even carried a hint of a heroic, valiant posture. Her right leg was raised high, her knee shackled to the top of the display case. Her ankle, still encased in its boot and sock, was tethered to the base of the cabinet. One chain above, one below, both pulled taut to their limits. The iron chains were stretched tight, rendering Yun Jin's right leg a "butterfly" trapped in a spider's web, unable to move. No matter how hard she struggled, she could only tremble slightly. Her rounded thigh lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing the exquisite, delicate contours of her other, straight and slender leg. Silk spun from the finest Neon Flower, dyed with the noblest purple, was woven into highly elastic pantyhose, tightly hugging the girl's delicate leg skin. Yun Jin's toes barely touched the ground, her long, well-proportioned leg muscles tensed, trembling lightly. She seemed deeply uncomfortable, writhing within the display case. Her dark blue hair, scattered to her hips, swayed gently. Through the gap in her skirt, a fleeting glimpse revealed that at Yun Jin's [REDACTED] area, the crotch, wrapped in purple velvet, seemed to have two short protrusions. Around her waist was a general's-style corset, revealing nothing from the outside. But... if one held their breath and strained their ears, filtering out the incessant background music of the premium collection room, an outsider might hear the "rumbling" sounds emanating from Yun Jin's "flat" abdomen. Her agate-like eyes stared directly at Chang Yue. The collar around her neck flashed with a green light. Her once fiery pupils were now filled with tears. She looked at the boy with a wronged, urgent gaze, as if wanting to say something. But in the end, her lips turning pale with urgency, sweat beading on her temples, she couldn't utter a single meaningful moan. She could only lift her left leg blankly, standing "quietly" and "obediently" in the display case, like a discarded doll, as time passed, maintaining the posture in which she was abandoned, without... even the slightest deviation. "Mmm... mmmph... mmm... mmm..."