Processed | Erika Kole


Genres: POWER PLAY, Torture, Humiliation, Bondage, Spanking
Video language: English

Gravity plus mass plus metallic equals a amoral pain.

As everybody animal training Infernal Restraints prepares for the discharge, PD preps Erika, locking her in metal and leaving her to languish. Her neck is clamped inside a collar held away from the wall by a metal arm. Her wrists, pulled up in a stressful strappado behind her, keep her on her toes. It is her own weight that applies the pressure against her mouth. PD ignores her except to raise her up a hardly any greater quantity inches, increasing the drag downward. It's no thing indeed, a effortless matter of mathematics.

A couple of scissors snips animal training her tuft of fur pie hair. PD shreds Erika's T-shirt. Snip, snip goes her brassiere. The tip of a signal whip rips animal play her tummy and chest, and animalism that adult baby tuft of cum-hole hair. Then she's turned so that that babe faces the wall. The signal whip targets her butt and back. And as that babe fusses, trying to pull away from the tip of the lunge whip, her back arches. Her body is pretty in profile as this babe strains against the metal and gravity.

Erika's wrists are handcuffed behind and fastened to a thick, scratchy rope that's dragged throughout her crotch (a wicked adult baby torment and fastened upward. Nipple clamps pull her mambos up likewise. Gravity takes it is toll, a sublime pont of time of truth, the ache of inhabiting a body.

A recent device makes it is debut. Erika stands on a wooden crossbeam with her head and wrists locked in stocks. His fingers investigate her holes. Then a rod smacks her wazoo, haunches, and feet. Erika keeps up a continuous stream of cries, like some secretive brute that screams all night. A board slips betwixt her hips. Then the beam under her feet is removed. Now her weight rests there upon her muff. Gravity wins.

Hanging in a very miniature cage, a dental gag holds Erika's throat open. Drool runs from her lips to her bawdy cleft where white snatch juice wets her aperture. The fucking machine stands animal training the willing. She's positioned and permeated, as though it is her vagina that serves the machine. It pounds away inside of her. And Erika's cries create such a clamor.

He's done with her now. The machine is silent. The cage slips along a rail until it hangs over an expecting box. Erika's dropped inside, cage and all. The lid slams shut, latched, and a breathing pipe drilled in place. Erika's constant stream of noise goes on, greater amount distant now. Far away. A world apart.

Format: real
Duration: 34:53
Video: 640x480, RV40
Audio: 94kbps

Processed | Erika Kole

Processed | Erika Kole


Processed | Erika Kole

Processed | Erika Kole



Processed | Erika Kole


File size: 113.0 MB



Processed | Erika Kole