Cherry Torn in Infernalrestraints Dirty Girl Part Two June 13, 2008 Bondage, BDSM

She lies on her back at a copper tub, her wrists and ankles cuffed into the grate chained over the top. In the room surrounding her tub, shut off valves and hoses connect to the walls. It’s clear this room has a special use. He sits on top of the bathtub, his dick falling through the grate. Tongue my asshole, ” he says. Get me difficult, but if I get tired, see those electrodes around there? You know what’s going to happen.

She tries her very best. Nonetheless, it’s not fine enough.

He also blasts her pussy with a hard stream of water. The bathtub slowly fills. As she gasps for air, breathing through a tube, he fucks her together with Mr. Pogo.

She is locked onto a bed wearing a canvas hood along with a strait jacket with so many straps, it’s a bondage lover’s dream. He walks her to the night, bringing her into the barn for storage. In the morning, she is inside the metallic birdhouse. He opens the Glory Hole. Partly obscured her face looks as she sucks his prick.

I have to torment you so as to develop, he says. Whatever you like, she answers. He hoists her into the atmosphere, spreading her legs, thumping. She writhes in the atmosphere, trying to guard her pussy.

Now she sucks him with renewed fervor. He even fucks her, but suddenly develops annoyed and walks off. She is worn out, alone, her eyes staring in the road where he disappeared.