Release Year: 2001

Studio: Insex

Cast: 822

Genres: POWER PLAY, Sexual Disgrace, string Bondage, Rough POWER EXCHANGE sex, humilation, spanking, electrostimulation, torment

Video language: English

My fantasies curdle the night, the intense, soaked November night. Outside, the rustle of corn in the fields, silage of fantasies, of a man¹s crave. And inside, my boner shoving up against the sheet. Lightening far off, breaking out the night. The whispering of the abode, conversations of ghosts. And the howls. That pack of is come sniffing around the barn anew. They always know when I got me one more gal. I got me 2 of em a pair days agone, their vaginas mellow and glittery-wet like jewels, nipps as taut and intense as nuggets, cold sufficiently to ripple the skin. November¹s got a chill around those parts. When a angel shivers it bones me up corpulent and raw, beefy sufficiently to squirt. Ripe cookie. Oh yep. You got to ripen a twat. You don¹t pick a snatch from the vine untill it¹s bursting, untill it¹s just ideal, youthful and delicate and wide-eyed, with silky boobs and smooth white arse and oh these cold, constricted scoops that are sufficiently to make u piddle your panties. You grab that piece of slit when she¹s not looking, and stuff her throat, and tape a plastic bag over her head. Then u tie her arms and legs so constricted that snatch can¹t wiggle a toe or twitch a finger. You make her hurt with string. Then u got to improve the flavor. You got to hang that fur pie in the barn a day or 2, let the ropes do their work. You tie your recent fur pie spread-eagle wide and constricted, then rod her arse and these bulbous pale drupes, these snatch love muffins. You thrash and hit. You soften that cum-hole up. Yep. That 1st night when I was lying here in couch, I could hear em the one and the other a-sobbing and groaning. That brought the nosing the barn door, whining and clawing the padlock, scaring em 2 angels sufficiently to make em ball batter, was my guess. I left the 2 of em up in the hay mow, one fastened down on her back to a corn crib, the other dangling above so¹s she¹d make water the face of that younger disobedient sub. Oh that babe was a fighter, that one. But I wrung it out of her. Yesterday a cold wind was running down throughout the west field. I tossed that love tunnel in the bucket of my tractor and drove her out to the rocks. I manacled her legs widen wide, and then fucked a brank into that sassy throat. When the discovered her, I wager they had a munch sniffing and licking and nipping animal play her all night lengthy. I like the thought of em sticking their moist snouts in her fancy cutie crotch and humping her any which way. That works like a charm. After a night of that, any piece of gazoo will do exactly as I wish. I had already made these 2 twats engulf every other¹s bawdy cleft. I hung one upside down against the other. I made em engulf right, untill the one and the other their faces was creamy and sticky and smelled like twat. I moved em around in the black tonight. Dangled the one head down from the blade of my backhoe. Transporting of snatch is elementary if u got yourself a decent tractor. Why do I do it? Cause it is lots of enjoyment. Besides, it acquires me heavy, so rough my rod cracks a muff like I¹m a butcher and splitting a side of beef right slap down the centre. Lying in couch and thinking about what I¹ve been doing to em makes me even harder. I reach down beside the sofa and jerk on a chain. Her head pops up, the one that had such a sassy face hole previous to. I still got her wrists and ankles fastened so that she¹s no trouble. There¹s no thing worse than a troublesome piece of muff. But this babe knows what to do now. I throw the quilt off my rock raw dick. Ah. Nice, warm gal face hole on my large penis, the flicking of her tongue over the rigid head, her lips sliding up and down. She¹s got a worthy throat, this one, wide and unfathomable sufficiently for anything I got. She¹s getting there. Another night manacled out to that rock and by god, she¹ll fall all over herself to do everything I crave. I¹ll stuff my entire weenie in her throat and tell her to work that throat and tongue like a fine twat is supposed to work. I¹ll make her sleep with my balls in her throat. And when I¹m eating, I¹ll have her kneel below the table and hold my penis in her face hole just to keep it warm and rough. Ahh. Girl face hole and the intense, juicy night. Distant thunder. And when I come, bright lights, whispers in the walls and floors. Good mellow bawdy cleft. Soft love tunnel. Uncut silage rustling in the fields, silage of fantasy. Wet cutie throat, slick tongue, damp snatch willing and expecting.

Format: real

Duration: 43:14

Video: 320x240, RV30

Audio: 43kbps

File size: 70.3 MB

Insex - The Barn

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