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Added: April 13, 2019 |
Category: Bondage
She is headless. Her entire body hangs down from the dim light of their barn. Her skin is smooth, light. The lines of her body lovely, perhaps made more beautiful from the stark picture, the way her head is gone, disappearing into a hole in the center of a huge box sitting on the window floor.As the shoot evolves, the graphics arrive in waves… Her shadow since she is hanging. . .Her face found via the glory-hole of a metal box. . .The manner she scurries as a spider with her ankles locked into her wrists. She is wearing heels, and she drags her by the hair… And the slow structure of an image seen long past. Was it Cowgirl? PD builds Calico in steps upward until she’s held her cunt, in the air and cupped by a form of steel, her clit and labia protruding through a slit. Her legs are locked and straight out, her hair tied. However, in Calico’s situation, she’s sporting the strangulation collar. Hands and her arms are wrapped in osmosis position. Throughout the set of pictures, PD whips her. He also canes her buttocks in red streaks. Two strings of drip from her upper and lower lips. She’s and she can’t come. Her clit’s over-sensitized she’s numb. She wiggles. She crawls. She moans, squeals, and shouts. And because she lost a game she had been set up to lose when PD’s caning her armpits, she grits her teeth in anger. Since he whacks away no one will have the ability to find these marks, PD says. He makes her thank him. And her one final time vibrates. Maybe she came. Or perhaps she just screamed out of the pain. After her clit took a beating. She begs him to cease. And it’s overthe end.But the images stinks. |
