09 Jul 2014

Studio: Insex

He thinks of em as turkeys.To him those gals are no thing greater amount than meat. He sees himself as a hunter, a guy who cant live without new meat. And so it starts. They are exposed, his angels. There are 3 of em. He has em in his hunting cabin. Their arms are tied behind their backs, their hands taped. They are gagged with tubing held in place with cable ties. A not many feet of chain run from neck to neck, so that they are tethered to one one more.

He sits. He tells em about a turkey discharge. As that guy talks, this guy assembles his gun. Their adult baby cries and whimpers escalate. Who could have known? One minute u are just walking your dog or sipping coffee in your home. And the next thing u know, u are stripped. And this chab has a gun. And there is indeed no thing else to do, is there?

When this guy tells u to run. You run like hell.

He drags em outside and unchains em and begins spewing out pellets, scaring em up admirable. After all, this guy wishes to be challenged. He’s looking for sport, just a adult baby pleasure. They run throughout the woods all in a flurry, screaming, squawking. Open sea on gal.

The blonde is the 1st to drop. He takes the others down also, the dark brown and the black-haired hotty. The marks of paintball trickle down their soft skin in red trails. It is quiet in the woods. Their bodies lie still, white, silent.

They are side by side in the back of his truck, all on their stomachs, all in hogties, all gagged. They rock back and forth on tied scones, bouncing with the bounce of the truck. They make a flurry of terrified chirps. He stops the truck and opens the back gate. To every couple of ankles, this guy attaches a rope. Then this chab moves the truck forward so that they are dragged out of the back by the ankles. He hoists every of em up, their bodies hanging upside down in the centre of the woods. He smacks booties. He plays with their boobs and nipps, constricted from the cold. His hard fingers twist and knead, doing with em soever this guy wishes.

Evening comes. A fire burns beside a pond. All 3 angels are standing, tied tightly jointly animal training the neck, hobbled this way, groaning, whimpering in the cold. They shuffle close to the fire. But pretty soon it is likewise sexy. They jostle back and forth, breast to breast, their skin luminous in the black.

He arrives with a metal grill that that guy sets on 2 posts. It is in the shape of a body. He tells em they have to come to a conclusion who is going to be cooked tonight. It is for em to come to a conclusion. They groan. They cry, moving backward, clustered jointly, the human cook basket awaiting.

The golden-haired is chosen. She is locked into the rungs of the frame, her legs widen, arms locked behind her back, and a metal bar thrust into her wet crack. It keeps her very still, so that the fire can do it is work. She breathes rough as the heat grows, baking, her chest heaving. The other 2 gals are given the task of making sure she’s roasted worthy and even. Her skin goes red. Please hurry, this babe says, please, please hurry. And so they turn her so that babe can cook the other side and implore to be turned once more. An apple is pushed into the blond’s face hole. She is quieter now. As though that babe is giving up, letting go. As though this babe can forget her body. She is basted and barbecued, her round love bubbles smeared with sauce, trickling down into the fire. Fluid oozes from her knees.

The flush of her body may remind him of the pink inward shine of snatch. When the lips are widen and soaked, just previous to the plunge, and now the scent can sometimes be smoky.

Format: real

Duration: 34:35

Video: 424x240, RV30

Audio: 62kbps





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