The weighty door grates as it slides open. Birdsong can be heard in the background. Daylight shows sum of ~ units figures, a girl, naked, hooded, her hands in black leather mitts bdsm noose and border tightly up toward her neck. Her body is slim, her pulp young, fresh, tender. The other figure, dressed in black, leads her in through the nipple. A metal box and a wooden bench are in the foreground. The means of access pounds shut, daylight vanishes. From now on, it's nothing ~-end gloom
His big hand opens a little door near the highest rank of the metal box. The door is big enough for a agency to slip in, or a penis. He drags Wenona forward, pushing her breasts toward the opening.
"I brought you a friend," he says to 810, locked in the bdsm novell interior of the box. What we can see of 810's face hovers at the rift. Then Wenona's body blocks the opening. He orders 810 to draw milk from , and we then hear the unmistakable sound of a mouth sucking a dug.
He pulls Wenona back and sits her on the bench, stalwart her neck to a post behind the bench. He straps her ankles in the same time. She begins to moan, choking from the belt. In the background, he stands in front of the opening to the metal box, which is at perfect penis altitude.. He trains 810 in the proper way to suck cock, to what degree to reach for it, how fast to slide back and forward along the shaft. And the sounds she makes in the back of her aesophagus as his penis thrusts in deeply, are matched in time by Wenona's moans.
"It's all you're going to drink. It's the whole of you're going to eat," he says to 810, "So operate on it."
Before he leaves, he removes the hood from Wenona's direct. She is gagged with cloth and tape. 810's eyes and nose tendency to look to the side, where Wenona is strapped in post.
The door rattles as he leaves. It slams shut.
810's frith reaches out of the opening of her box. "My hands are prompt," she says. "I can untie you."
Wenona struggles. Her cries become greater. But neither girl can move. And they wait. And Wenona's suppressed cries grow weaker.
When the door bangs open again, no sunlight shines behind his form. Instead, crickets chirp. Owls call. Night pours into the compass. He jams his dick in 810's mouth again. Her lips, slenderly more pink than the color of his cock, stretch tight around the wide shaft. She groans with each stab of cock in expectation of the back of her throat.
Squirt.
He has bound Wenona to the seat on asian bdsm her knees, ankles tied upward to her wrists. Many wraps of draw as by a ~, firmly cinched, hold her neck to the post. Her bound breasts show bdsm nurses ill-temper, the nipples grown taut. As 810 is fed cock, is choked ~ dint of. cock, Wenona struggles in the foreground.
After he's finished with 810, he uses two slats of wood to pinch 810's catch of a buckle. The slats are positioned behind her tongue piercing, so that her race won't slip free. He slips the wood slats into occupation on the outside of the box. 810 is left that mode, held in place by the tongue.
He turns his attention to Wenona. A draw as by a ~ is drawn up between her thighs, tight against her rosy paragon pussy. The rope is run upward through a pulley, then from a high to a low position. A platform is attached. On the platform, he adds rocks. One, pair, three. When will he stop? The rope buries itself in her pussy. It eats its mode of dealing into her soft flesh. Maybe it's slicing her in brace from the cunt upward.
She screams.
He applies clamps to one and the other turgid nipple and ties these off to the weighted platform in like manner. Now her screams escalate. She screeches.
"That's turning me up~ the body," he says. And he goes back to 810.
"Hurry up through those buttons." He's hunched forward, anxious for that mouth that he's educated to please him. That mouth whose only function is to suck him off. Wenona's screams and cries of anguish fill the scope. She is in the foreground. He is in the background, the profile of 810's ethereal face moving in and out of our phantasm.
He has one girl for cock sucking. And one girl to outcry. Because the screams get him hard.
Squirt.
Wenona is bound onto the bench up~ her back. One leg is tied straight upward along the set. Her other ankle is tied to the leg of the bench in like manner that she is held wide open.
810 finally gains form for the re~on that he takes her out of the box. Her body, naked, lush, takes shape. He ties her hands behind her back. She is made to absorb again, this time Wenona. He pushes her face into Wenona's ~ness cunt. Their bodies are made of such the same fabric bdsm tube galore, the sum of ~ units girls almost appear as one body with four arms, four legs, brace mouths, two cunts. And this new animal can lick itself. It be possible to give itself pleasure. It moans, this time sweet, sensual moans. And in the rear of the moans, the crickets chirp. And behind the crickets, the death pours.
And Wenona?
Squirt.
Release: 2003
Size: 55 Mb
File bigness: 55.4 MB
