Release Year: 2013

Studio: Insex Archives

Genres: tying pain play punishment coarse pd enema 912 insexarchives

You. Over there. You don't think I can watch u, but I know you're there.
Come closer. Come on. Don't be such a baby.
That's more good, isn't it? Yes. Take a priceless lengthy look.
Don't worry. I won't hurt u. How can I? I can't even stop what's happening to me, much less injury u. But what u watch frightens u, doesn't it? Yet you're fascinated. You can't stop watching. And yep. Admit it.
You're aroused.
You like to watch me this way, an anonymous body, female, fastened and put on display. You like this hood that disfigures me, that makes me appear less than human (perhaps greater amount than human in an odd way). You like my fingers taped into my palm, my thumbs strung up. You fasten upon the predicament he's arranged for me. Which torment shall I myself apply?
Should I lower my arms? They torture. They throb. He hoisted em above my head, but that guy didn't bind em in place, a luxury I would gladly accept animalism this point. No. He created for me a pivot, a balancing point, attaching the end of the cord to the clamps that gnash and gnaw into my nipps.
When I raise my thumbs higher, the anguish of my nipps is eased. But my arms droop as the seconds pass, cuz gravity has become my enemy, and my arms are losing blood. And my attention spins up and down, back and forth from my teats to my thumbs, but almost any of all, back to my fur pie, my "nether lips" as they say in all the porn stories that I discover somehow hilarious.
I discover the stories a matter of joke cuz this is it. What you're seeing is the real thing. And I'm living it.
He squeezed greater quantity masticating clamps onto my labia. They are horribly constricted, torturously so. To those, this chab attached my toes, making me arch my feet backward to save myself an increment of anguish.
I am off balance. I am reeling from my assorted pains. They grow all animalism one time from a hush into a blood-chilling wash of sound, flushing my skin and muscles with white light. And my mind drops. It plunges like granite into the darksome, soaked opening of anxiety, my perfectly erotic fantasy.
I hear myself cry. Tears moist my cheeks inside this thick leather hood. And I try to stop, cuz I know this is what that guy wishes, and I don't crave to give it to him. But now he's won.
He removes my hood.
I don't look animal play him. I turn my face to search for u. Go ahead. Look animal training me. Stare. Eat me up, piece by piece.
After all, that's what u came for. And I. . .well. I got what I wanted.
I have been reminded what it feels like to be alive.

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