Infernalrestraints [2007-03-30] peared pus featuring kendra james



Shackled to a metal sofa, her thick iron collar digs into her ideal chin. Her marvelous pastel pants, scalloped animalism the edge, are glimpsed in the shadows betwixt her hips. And as that guy tickles and canes her, 2 torments simultaneously, it's clear. The primacy of Her in his mind. A fucking machine is raised into position. Embedded in metal and machine, that babe comes.
Is it his craving that drives him to such bizarre means? Unbridled crave? Desperation? Or does that guy so anxiety this beast, that this chab keeps her clasped in metal that cannot crave, cannot feel, cannot love, cannot lose?
She's locked in the fiddle that's manacled to a metal ankle spreader. Metal gag against her soft lips. She is dismayed by metal, but still, she's strong, don't u think? Because she's ravishing. You can't stop thinking about her skin, her titties, her butt, her smell. Even from where u sit viewing her on your screen, u smell her, don't u? He flogs her. He controls anything. He controls no thing.
The Pear slides inside her. He turns the key to lock it in place. It's a work of art, the Pear. A complex mechanism. Like her. Maybe that's what this guy thinks. That it's as facile as a twist of the key, loosening her vigour over him. So this guy practices the erotic art of self-deception.
The Pear goes in, filling her slit that empty space, that vacuum, that anything and no thing place where even the gods stumble. The subdue of the Pear is turned. Whose hand turns the key? Whose want? Whose despair? The Pear is sucked internal. Clamps bite into her teats. And her body spasms in fun. She comes. Her fingers bow, as if beckoning.
The Animal rises.

Infernalrestraints [2007-03-30] peared pus featuring kendra james



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Infernalrestraints [2007-03-30] peared pus featuring kendra james