Release Year: 2013
Studio: Insex Archives
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I acquire restless sometimes—wouldn’t u? Knowing she’s out there. Cold, alone, scared…I can not quite hear the muffled whines, pathetic as that babe struggles, new hay irritating soft pink angel flesh.

And I think what I would do: tear off these short shorts, bind her with plastic digging into pale, gleaming skin, molding these bulky fleshy whoppers. Tickle her so that babe wriggles, jiggles, and squirms.

Should I move her to the shed bound, gagged? Stored for safekeeping, she’d strangle as this babe sits.

Or do I take her for a adult baby walk, towed behind the truck? So cute how this babe sweats and panties and moans. Trotting to keep up, in natures garb feet tortured by the rocky path, fastened love muffins pulled tight, leading the way. I’d use her as a toilet—humiliate the marvelous whore.

I contemplate the mountain, the trees far away. No one can hear her screech when the switch-hitter meets her delicate skin. She can just hang by these massive bazookas of hers. Hole filled, ache, feeble, nude.

Fettered in the barn. I’d silence the noisy thing—stuff cloth unfathomable down the face hole and spank these large bouncing pantoons. Spread her wide, stretched, vulnerable. Would her snatch throb and ooze? Maybe fill it up, slip smth right in. Then stimulate that swollen clitoris. She can’t resist, pitiful adult baby floozy. I won’t let her come—it’s greater quantity enjoyment that way.

I could lock her in the silo, metal hugging her milk sacks, compressing em into 2 taut, purple orbs. Her groans would echo as this babe hobbled on one leg. So tenacious, my pleasant captive, wallowing in the dust, writhing, like this babe thinks that babe can escape.

Serenaded by spring’s showers, I envision her: handcuffed, cuffed, miserable. Soaked to the bone she’s pelted by sheets of rain, wailing animal training the bellowing thunder as the lightening closes in.

The image is nearly sufficiently. Enough to draw me out of ottoman. To send me to her. To make it real. But no, make her await. There’s always the next day and the next day and the next…

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