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Added: September 14, 2018 |
Category: Bondage
She lies on her back into a copper tub, her wrists and ankles cuffed on the top to the chained that was grate. Closed off valves and hoses connect to the walls, in the room surrounding her tub. It’s clear this room has a distinctive use. He sits on the top of the bathtub, his dick. Tongue my asshole, he says. Get me hard, but see these electrodes over there if I get tired? You know what’s going to happen. She tries her best. But it’s not superior enough.He blasts her pussy with a hard stream of water. The bathtub slowly fills. When she gasps for air, breathing through a tube, he fucks her with Mr. Pogo. She’s locked on a bed wearing a strait jacket and a wool hood it’s a bondage lover’s dream. Her walks to the night, bringing her into the barn for storage. In the early hours, she’s within the metal birdhouse. He opens the Glory Hole. As she sucks his prick obscured , her face looks. So as to come I have to torment you, he says. Whatever you like, she replies. He hoists her in the air thumping. She writhes at the air, attempting to secure her pussy.Now she intimidates him with renewed fervor. He even walks off and fucks her, but develops annoyed. She’s worn out her glistening eyes staring in the direction by which he vanished. |
