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She's still trapped. Bound at the wrists and ankles with thick silver duct tape — the perfect captive. And he’s back. Her secret stalker. Camera in hand. Silent. Hungry. He circles her like prey, snapping photos, zooming in on her helpless form. Her muffled cries only fuel him — so he adds another layer of tape around her ankles, securing her tighter. She pleads through the gag — “Take it off…” — but he just smiles. So she dares him: “Go ahead… take the pics… I’ll pose for you, you weirdo.” Defiance in her eyes. Heat between her legs. He touches her — first her tits, then slips a hand in-between her thighs and micro thong, rubbing her in slow, greedy circles. She fights it… but her body betrays her. Wetness glistens. She’s aroused. He yanks her to her knees, rips the tape from her mouth — and before she breathes, his cock is shoved down her throat. No warning. No mercy. He face-fucks her hard, hand clamped on her head, pushing deeper as she gags, drools, — but takes it all. She opens wide. Sucks deeper. Gives him everything he’s been fantasizing about. Her ass in that tiny thong. Her taped-up ankles. Saliva dripping down his shaft. Camera rolling the whole time. She’s ready for him to cum — to finish — but just as he nears the edge… he pulls out. Looks her in the eye. “Been watching you so long… I’m gonna make you wait.” Then he walks out. Again.