Garage Molly - InSex


Release Year: 2013

Studio: Insex Archives

Genres: tying dominance and submission torment coarse pd enema 912 insexarchives

Okay, so I been watching her animalism 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 scoops round and pointy and rough, the twitch of that saucy arse leaving a trail of snatch so thick, a chap receives lost in a fog, can't keep his mind where it belongs.

She was the devil clothed like a wench. She might of looked like the hotty next door, but that babe weren't no thing but a slut. And final night, this babe stood hit in front of the window, lifting her slide over her head. Her fingers, these precious, tender stems, unhooked her brassiere. The thongs 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 slit, her warm muff, teats, silhouette of the moon.

She plays with her teats, her milk sacks white, half-shadowed. Her body writhes.

That girl’s fire in the throat, 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 dude. So it had to be done. And like I told, that babe come on to me. She stood stripped, pressing her zeppelins and fur pie 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 simple. Whore’s are like that, thinking they got a dude all weak-kneed and mad for what they got betwixt the legs, that slick cavity, that creamy gash that sucks a dude in and don’t let go. She thought that babe was working me. I shivered cause I saw old stud Satan a-staring out animal training me from these eyes so juvenile and brown and round and juicy. 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?” this 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 10-pounder. Satan had a-hold of me, getting me heavy and thick and pounding up into my eyes.

I poked her down. I bound 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 marangos 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 wonderful u can’t assist 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 wench, I told, whispery and soft whilst I pricked her teats with the tip of my knife. Devil cutie. Cunt. My knife was searching for the devil, drawn like a magnet to her darksome, humid vagina, scent of gal, smoky-sweet, salty, blunt.

I got her on her feet and wired her, widen over the anvil. When the devil’s in a cutie, u got to use specific tools, metal, wire, hawt shavings from the grinder. You got to tape her face hole and eyes, tape her cunt shut. You acquire her dancing, impaled on the domineer of a shove broom.

She cried. Yes this babe did. Because I was doing my superlatively good to aid that poor gal, using wire and metallic to drive the devil out. I whipped her with wire. I beat her milk cans red, her cunt pink and striped, her round soft, wazoo marked with sexy bright lines. I whipped her heavy 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 that babe belongs. I take some other spank of white lightening. It’s a fire in my mouth 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 craving of my mind. And the empty sky, unfathomable low groan of the devil, rumbling night, black blackened sky.

Original FileName: 20010606 - Garage (Molly)

Format: real

Duration: 28:17

Video: 320x240, RV30

Audio: 43kbps

Garage Molly - InSex

Garage Molly - InSex


Garage Molly - InSex

Garage Molly - InSex

Garage Molly - InSex


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Garage Molly - InSex


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