Turkeys - Nov 05, 2003

Studio: Insex

Genres: POWER PLAY, Extreme Bondage, Domination, Fetish, Humiliation, Spanking, Rubber

Video language: English

He thinks of em as turkeys.To him those angels are no thing greater quantity than meat. He sees himself as a hunter, a dude who likes new meat. And so it starts. They are bare, his beauties. There are 3 of em. He has em in his hunting cabin. Their arms are fastened behind their backs, their hands taped. They are gagged with tubing held in place with cable ties. A small in number feet of chain run from neck to neck, so that they are tethered to one some other.

He sits. He tells em about a turkey discharge. As that guy talks, that 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 undressed. And that guy has a gun. And there is truly 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 worthwhile. After all, this chab wishes to be challenged. He’s looking for sport, just a adult baby joy. They run throughout the woods all in a flurry, screaming, squawking. Open season on hotty.

The blonde is the 1st to drop. He takes the others down likewise, the dark brown and the black-haired beauty. The marks of paintball ooze 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 fastened mounds, 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 chab 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 midst of the woods. He smacks booties. He plays with their meatballs and teats, tight from the cold. His intense fingers twist and knead, doing with em whatsoever this guy craves.

Evening comes. A fire burns beside a pond. All 3 angels are standing, fastened tightly jointly animal training the neck, hobbled this way, groaning, whimpering in the cold. They shuffle close to the fire. But in a short time it is also hawt. They jostle back and forth, breast to breast, their skin luminous in the darksome.

He arrives with a metal grill that this chab 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 give a decision. They groan. They cry, moving backward, clustered jointly, the human cook basket awaiting.

The blonde 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 raw as the heat grows, baking, her chest heaving. The other 2 angels are given the task of making sure she’s roasted admirable and even. Her skin goes red. Please hurry, that babe says, please, please hurry. And so they turn her so that babe can cook the other side and entreat to be turned once more. An apple is poked into the blond’s throat. She is quieter now. As though this babe is giving up, letting go. As though this babe can forget her body. She is basted and barbecued, her round mangos smeared with sauce, oozing down into the fire. Fluid oozes from her knees.

The flush of her body may remind him of the pink interior shine of slit. When the lips are widen and soaked, just in advance of the plunge, and now the scent can sometimes be smoky.

Format: real

Duration: 34:35

Video: 424x240, RV30

Audio: 62kbps

Turkeys - Nov 05, 2003

Turkeys - Nov 05, 2003

File size: 87.2 MB

Turkeys - Nov 05, 2003

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