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In sheer desperation, you and your boyfriend scrambled off the bed, pulling at each other’s suits, yanking at the tubes, trying anything to break free. You pulled at the material, but it stretched and snapped back, unyielding. Your boyfriend tried to help, his paws tugging at your suit, but it was no use. The more you struggled, the more the suits seemed to tighten, the pressure inside increasing.

The effort only heightened the stimulation. Every tug, every pull sent jolts of unwanted pleasure through your bound bodies. Your boyfriend groaned, his movements growing erratic. With one final shudder, he climaxed. A thick, warm rush flooded your gagged maw through the tube, forcing you to swallow. The sensation triggered your own orgasm, sending an even larger wave of fluid through the tube to him.

The more you struggled, the more the suits responded, tightening, teasing, milking. You and your boyfriend writhed, trapped in a never-ending cycle. You tried to resist, tried to fight the feedback loop of pleasure, but your bodies betrayed you. The cycle continued, the suits forcing you to feed each other, your bodies trapped in an endless loop of pleasure and panic. You tried to pull the tubes out, but they were firmly attached, the rubber stretching but not breaking.

Exhausted, you and him collapsed onto the floor, the squeaky sounds of your suits the only noise in the room. Sleep claimed you once more, the suits holding you in their unyielding embrace.

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