Safira Angel in Infernalrestraints The Interrogation April 20, 2007 Bondage, Kinky Fetish

Spooky serial killer hood. Wrists and throat secured to a place, the elongate in her arms just a bit long. All of her weight rests upon her buttocks and thighs, then settling onto a bed of spikes. What predominates is her deep breathing. He reminds her that today it is about suffering, not gender. And he cinches a belt comfortable about her shoulders. Over tight intense. Because he informs her, pressure around the chest has the exact same influence as round the neck. She goes glassy-eyed. He slaps her cheeks. Not much reaction.

He relents.

She is ordered to undress. It is difficult. She’s still half-gone. A triangle of perspiration wets her T-shirt between her throat and breasts. When he squeezes her clit, she is soppy with want. Whether he gives her pleasure or pain, the lines in her face look like disaster. He tells her to get herself off. Her fingers flick and circle her pussy. She’s but never once does she grin.

With wrists and ankles locked in dual stocks, she is dismembered, no feet or hands. The bed of spikes braised your skin of her buttocks. Angry red welts. He flogs it her bum. He fucks her tight mouth-hole with a handheld penis. Her thighs shake. She is fucked in her cunt. He torments her pussy with a vibrator. Her clit goes pointy and stiff. And after she’s she is soaked at the cunt like some mad slut trapped in a compact cloud of distress, providing anything to get one moment of discharge.