Studio: Insex
Genres: Bdsm, Extreme Bondage, Domination, Fetish, Torture, Humiliation, Spanking, Rubber
"For every ecstatic instantWe have to an torment payIn keen and quivering ratioTo the ."Emily DickinIn a live feed, Lorelie faces an electrical "experiment" reminiscent of B.F.Skinner, and some of the almost any brutal hitting ever seen on Insex. Courage has no thing to do with fearlessness. Rather smth deeper, greater amount uncommon. You can watch it in Lorelies face, the horror, the quiet determination.Lorelie is locked in a cage wearing the institutional braces that this babe will wear for the whole feed. The submissive of the cage is made of parallel lengths of copper pipe wired in series. Jumper cables attach em to a shockbox with a digital timer. Lorelie can watch the numbers. She knows the exact pont of time shell be zapped. It goes on and on, the shocks, accompanied by chaotic sounds. The dread. The anticipation. Not one time does that babe implore for it to stop.Shes seated, her neck secured to the post behind her. Her ankles are pulled wide and bound animal play head height. Her cunt is complex, orchid-like. Shes screwed with an anal speculum, then it copulates her booty. Nipple grabbers bite into her bra buddies. He canes her enchanting spot unremittingly. Then the soles of her feet. Then this chab tickles her. A sex tool buries itself in her fattened clit.Just like this babe gave herself to the electricity, this babe gives herself to her wish, her longing. Pussy juice pools animal play the opening of her wet crack. She comes beautifully, but that babe did not ask to come. Youd think Lorelie would have known more excellent. So that guy yanks the nipp grabbers off in retribution. But u know it is not sufficiently to satisfy him. There will be greater quantity. Much more.She hangs by her ankles. Pale white skin. Bright red lips. The hitting begins. Shes poised. Unguarded. You at no time watch her stiffen to block the blow. Theres no doubt, Lorelie is the queen of this stage. Her abdomen is caned, her meatballs. A stock whip whips her crotch, mummification onto her cookie. Its as though that babe wishes to be devastated, ripped to shreds. Shes made up her mind. Shell take anything.A horrid caning follows. Her screams. The ragged red slashes covering her butt. He suggests the rod. She kisses it. Then this chab actually let us loose. The worst caning yet. He solely stops when this babe can bring herself to say the word.Stop.Shes given away from the restraint bondage. Shes sobbing now, hollowed out, empty. You acquire the sense it was inevitable, her annihilation. And when it is suggested that this babe take greater quantity, this babe accepts. As though she is been blinded, deafened. As though some consummate white light burned her beyond recognition.
Format: real
Duration: 1:09:37
Video: 424x240, RV40
Audio: 94kbps
File size: 226.3 MB
