You wake up trapped with a thick black bin bags wrapped tight around you, double bagged so you know there’s no escape. No light. No air. Just the crinkle of newspaper pressed against your skin and the bitter truth: I’ve dumped you. Literally. I found your search history.. bin bag bondage, newspaper fetish, POV disposal and instead of shame, I gave you what you secretly begged for. Naked on the floor, I lay back on fresh broadsheet pages, letting the soft paper glide over my tits, my ass, my pussy. I moan as I tease myself with the crisp ink covered sheets, knowing you’re stuck, bound, and made to listen. You’re going to cum like this sealed in plastic, alone in the dark.. while I get off on the very kinks you hid from me. I command you to stroke your cock, slowly, as I grind the newspaper against my clit, whispering that this is your last gift before you’re tossed with the trash. POV disposal fantasy. Full nudity. Real crinkling sounds. Thick bin bags. Whole newspaper play. And the coldest send off you’ll ever beg for.
