Release Year: 2022
Studio: InfernalRestraints

Okay, so I been watching her animal training night, watching the gold light of her window streaming into darkness, and the shadows that crawl along the roofline. But this babe was the one that come on to me, all prettified in that short adult baby costume showing her wobblers round and pointy and heavy, the twitch of that saucy arse leaving a trail of cookie so thick, a guy acquires lost in a fog, can't keep his mind where it belongs. She was the devil clothed like a slut. She might of looked like the beauty next door, but that babe weren't no thing but a slut. And final night, this babe stood taste in front of the window, lifting her slide over her head. Her fingers, these priceless, tender stems, unhooked her brassiere. The belts slid down slow, like a fantasy u been guzzling and just like that, you're falling down , you're blind with how u can watch her in your head, her pussy, her warm cookie, teats, silhouette of the moon. She plays with her nipps, her milk shakes white, half-shadowed. Her body writhes. That girl's fire in the face hole, a double glug of white lightening banging like a jack hammer on the back of your skull. Temptation. You got to it, got to put it away somewhere's so it don't acquire u. See, I'm a God‹fearing stud. So it had to be done. And like I told, this babe come on to me. She stood stripped, pressing her pointer sisters and pussy right against that window, and I saw her like a steam, like a mist flowing out into the night. And her eyes fixed on mine, these black devil eyes. I got her in the truck facile. Whore's are like that, thinking they got a stud all weak-kneed and mad for what they got betwixt the legs, that slick cavity, that creamy gash that sucks a guy in and don't let go. She thought that babe was working me. I shivered cause I saw old dude Satan a-staring out animalism me from these eyes so juvenile and brown and round and moist. My hand shook when I lit her cigarette. But that babe was cold, like a sheet of ice, frozen, cold- like a snake. "What's that for?" that babe asked, seeing the wood palette, the rope, the plastic wrap. "Delivery," I told, slowing the truck down. I was driving the back edge of the coal yards. Nobody around. She didn't blink. Not one time. Reached over and unzipped me out of so much of a please and thank u. She grabbed my jock. Satan had a-hold of me, getting me heavy and thick and pounding up into my eyes. I poked her down. I fastened her constricted, her elbows near touching in back. She made a adult baby chirpy sound or 2, but I stuffed her face hole. I overspread these eyes fast. Satan will catch u in a spell quicker than u can blink. And I got to grabbing her scones and soft a-hole. She wiggled, squirmed. She was like peaches and plums, like u could sink in your teeth and juice would leak down your chin. Her skin was silk, like no thing I ever touched in advance of, like smth so nice u can't aid but fill your hands, crush and squeeze, caress. I tucked her into a ball and wrapped her constricted to the palette. I drove over to the garage. By that time that babe was making a awful fuss. Sweet adult baby slut, I told, whispery and soft whilst I pricked her teats with the tip of my knife. Devil gal. Cunt. My knife was searching for the devil, drawn like a magnet to her black, humid pussy, scent of angel, smoky-sweet, salty, blunt. I got her on her feet and wired her, widen over the anvil. When the devil's in a hotty, u got to use peculiar tools, metal, wire, hawt shavings from the grinder. You got to tape her throat and eyes, tape her bawdy cleft shut. You acquire her dancing, impaled on the rule of a shove broom. She cried. Yes that babe did. Because I was doing my most excellent to assist that poor hotty, using wire and steel to drive the devil out. I whipped her with wire. I beat her bazookas red, her bawdy cleft pink and striped, her round soft, booty marked with sexy bright lines. I whipped her intense sufficiently to beat the devil back. Tonight her window is darksome. I see shadows crawl along the roofline. I think of her bound and locked in a glass case in the lower room. That's where this babe belongs. I take one more impact of white lightening. It's a fire in my face hole and eyes. But she's a mist, a bleached fog that passes throughout my mind. Even now, I hear her cries. Temptation beats my temples like a gong, the bleary lust of my mind. And the empty sky, unfathomable low groan of the devil, rumbling night, black blackened sky.

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