Insex - IV and Raven


Release Year: 2001
Studio: Insex
Cast: IV, Raven
Genres: POWER EXCHANGE, Sexual Disgrace, Rope Bondage, Rough DOMINANCE AND SUBMISSION sex, humilation, spanking, electrostimulation, ache
Video language: English

There is obedience, and there is bottoming. To submissive is to accept enormous taut belts, manacles, ropes eating her alive, painful poses, numbing of hands and feet, of limbs and mind. She gives over her garments, her skin, arms, legs, and neck, her juvenile meatballs to be bitten, pinched, yanked, slapped. She surrenders her scentedpussy, her gleaming bawdy cleft to be screwed, thumbs hooked in her rippled flower of booty. Trying not tomake a sound (and failing), this babe accepts beatings with straps, whippings, floggings until that babe is intense. As a slave, that babe is bent animalism the waist, her body laid along a beam, her teat rings bound to the floor, her teats stretched like they’re made of rubber. Her wrists, hungry for the ropes, are fastened behind her back and ratcheted upward, straining her joints. Pain beats in her body from lips to wazoo. Her legs are f0rced wide, and a str8 razor, sharper than any knife, is drawn along her sphincter, that constricted sensual kiss of defiled flesh. And further, the razor tasting her warm soaked opening, the black portal of damp heat bringing to mind the scrabbling of bodies, arms, legs sweat, sperm. That craven receptacle waiting the dangerous take up with the tongue of the blade, a treacherous tongue, tasting her. Wanting greater quantity. Farther still, to where her flesh milk sacks and folds, rose-like, smelling of void urine and sex, where enjoyment is akin to rows of teeth gnawing animal training crave, animalism desire, animal training her appetite gone . There. That’s where the razor leaves red trailings, the sullied leaking of *. Yes. That is bottoming. That is the place of starting. The tractable hears whisperings, hushed voices behind intense doors, rattling chains, groans. Submission, the buried room, darksome water, the flowing of cells throughout veins, abbreviated silence. The quaking of flushed round milk cans groped and mashed by coarse fingers and thumbs, unknown tormenters given free reign over her body and holes, erotic asphyxiation her with rod and jism. Terror, blind crave betwixt the haunches, pelting rage and whips, fists, the * staccato of the soul. How much will a wimp give? All? And what, in the pont of time that that babe is gripped by the ribs and cracked open animalism the chest, is her award? First, this babe is disciplined for the entertainment of others. Her teats need to be suctioned and hung with bells to remind her with every step, how that babe is no thing, ridiculous, inconsequential. She learns to walk in impossible shoes. Her head is harnessed and shackled to a sliding track, f0rcing her to stay on her toes. She’s kept moving with a rod animalism the butt, like she’s a goat, a cow, made to walk with a knotted rope sliding betwixt her juicy hips, every step rubbing her snatch rough. She is a piece of handiwork. Art. The bottom is not a "me". Not "I". Her skin is flayed along lines of incision. She is dismembered, circumcised apart piece by piece, her organs eaten, her heart devoured. A uncomplaining entreats for greater quantity. For her rite of passage her * is siphoned into champagne glasses, the titration of her soul, darksome r@pture, bliss of defilement. She is painted with Beauty, Loyalty, and Destiny, and drenched in *. The servant. A universe of no thing where that babe is no greater amount.

Format: real
Duration: 43:09
Video: 320x240, RV30
Audio: 43kbps

Insex - IV and Raven

Insex - IV and Raven


Insex - IV and Raven

Insex - IV and Raven



Insex - IV and Raven


File size: 70.2 MB



Insex - IV and Raven