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Gavin wasn't one to trust easily much less give full control over to another person. Finding himself strapped to a chair with the soaking wet folds of a smoking fox grinding across his cock wasn't something he usually subjected himself to. Experiencing new things he wouldn't push himself to do really what tested his limits and the definition of what he had thought pleasure was. Still there was the challenge to let them freely work without calling out the safe word to stop. Right now, letting his mind race through these ideas was helping though not nearly enough. Counting out only two more breaths since he started trying to distract himself. The rocking hips and bare bust playing just in his view were impossible to ignore. Arms tensed as he struggled against the bindings feeling that ache needing some outlet. She wouldn't stop only seeming to hold that insanely steady pace despite his movement. They say think of things like the dentist but the avian couldn't even imagine what that would help with. Making it by another breath before deciding to take action. His calves would draw back letting feet hook around the front legs of the chair. More confident in his strength of that lower body, he would simply try to thrust his hips upward. Who said that getting into a plank position wouldn't help as it did plenty to strain the wood already trying to handle the weight of two people. The shift of direction to that force would let him rock back just enough that it all came crashing down on the back legs. Sounds of snapping sent bits off to the sides and the room shifted as he fell to the floor. That skilled vixen rode him all the way down, barely shifting to straddle his legs to keep them pinned. Finding that damn leather leash had done plenty to hold up despite the tension keeping arms behind the back. Leaving Gavin in only a worse position with the wood biting into his back and that blue devil not letting up even then with hand strokes to his canine member.

He has struggled enough, let him go and demand he breed you like the wild dog he is - turn to page 35
Don't let up, bring him to defeat by driving to a finish right there - turn to page 05

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