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breasts.
    â€œI want you to take this rope and wrap it around something in your luggage,” he told her. “Take it with you. And when you need to be held, wind it around yourself and I’ll be there holding you, just like this.”
    Carin appreciated the gag. She’d have tied her tongue in knots searching for the right words for the occasion. By blocking her speech, Jun had set her free to be with him now instead of getting trapped trying to untangle her worries and fears. The set of her body could tell him all he needed to know.
    His fingers played her like an instrument, as knowing on her flesh as on the rope. Jun moved from the sides of her legs to her inner thighs. He worked his way over her rib cage, massaging the foundations of her breasts, then lifting the twin weights in his palms and flicking the nipples.
    Jun ran the forefinger of his left hand over all the rope adorning Carin’s body. With his other hand, he cupped her mons, increasing his pressure with agonizing patience.
    Carin struggled in her bonds for the first time, lifting and rolling her hips, trying to coax his finger to slip between her lips. Moisture gathered in her cunt, sliding through her inner folds, ready to spill over onto his hand if only he would open and take her.
    Finally, something did probe at her, but it wasn’t his hand. A knotted end of rope rasped against her inner thighs and settled between her legs. Carin grunted with surprise. Jun spread her cunt with one hand and rubbed the rope a few times over her
slippery skin. The sensation of it began rough but transformed to silken as she soaked the rope smooth.
    Jun smiled and lifted it for her to see. A series of complicated knots had shaped the rope into a woven phallus. Her juices had brought the length to life, its soft beige shade darkening and becoming more vivid where she had soaked it. Jun swiped it under Carin’s nose, leaving a sticky trail of her arousal on her upper lip. He did the same to himself.
    â€œYou smell good,” he whispered. “Open wide for me.”
    Jun felt between her legs, sliding two fingers easily up her cunt. She met his fingers with her raised hips, encouraging him to speed up. He fucked her with his hand, and didn’t stop until she’d gotten so wet that her cunt practically splashed onto his palm with each thrust, the wet sucking noise filling the room. Carin groaned and cried into the gag. She wanted to come, but wouldn’t unless he did something to her clit.
    He held up the end of the rope again, smearing it with the juices from his hand. He seated its soaked end at the entrance of Carin’s cunt and pressed gently and firmly.
    She winced, fearing the rope would feel abrasive inside her. But Jun moved it slowly enough, and she’d lubricated enough, that it glided into her, filling her and swelling inside her as it absorbed her liquid.
    â€œThis is me fucking you,” Jun said fervently, lodging the phallus to its full depth within her. Carin bit down on her gag and arched up to it, but he didn’t slide it in and out as she expected.
    Instead, he continued manipulating the rope, looping it around her waist and the base of her thighs and locking the dildo in place. Carin whimpered desperately and rocked her hips up to the air. The pressure of the rope aroused her, but didn’t come close to giving her what she needed for satisfaction. She felt near tears.

    Jun secured the rest of the harness around her hips and surveyed his work, gleeful at his wife’s desperation. “Is that good, honey?”
    Frantically, Carin shook her head no. “Touch my clit,” she tried to say. The words came muffled and indistinct through her gag, but Jun clearly caught their meaning. He grinned from ear to ear.
    â€œWhat was that, honey? I can’t quite understand.”
    Carin gave him her best Special Forces glare. She could have strangled him with her bare hands if she didn’t love him so