Every hour throughout the night, the clothes would wake him from his dreams, calm him down, and then work him back up to the near brink.
When he had finally exhausted all of his sleep, he woke up to his pent up agony. The most massive morning wood he had ever experienced.
The clothes appeared to be inactive. This was Travis' chance to finish what he had hoped to just yesterday. He resumed humping the air trying to get himself to climax so these damn clothes would leave him alone and let him live his life in peace.
"Almost there..." he thought to himself, "alllmost..."
"You're up!" The voice of the red bra announced, "and you're UP!"
Some gloves flew up and pulled the covers off of Travis reminding him of the ridiculous outfit he was **** in yesterday. But then he saw something glorious, the leggings began removing themselves from his body, around the same time that the sports bra began lifting up off him.
The stockings that tied him to the bed undid themselves.
"Yes!" Travis scream as he began to reach down to finish the job properly, only for his hands to get bound by the sports bra and pulled behind his back, "oh come on!"
"You're not going to be cuming on anything, vixen."
The bra around his hands pushed him out of bed and lifted his body to a standing position, while a glove wrapped around his dick and pulled him, guiding him out from his bedroom, down the hallway, and into the bathroom.
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