One minute she's riding her bike in the country. The next, cable-ties hold her to a chair in a dank basement. You stand previous to this powerless juvenile woman. She is in your vigour. There are games u crave to play with her. Sadistic games. It is smth in your body that drives u to do those things to her. Perhaps it is a form of love. Because in your eyes, her body grows greater quantity charming by the hour. Until there is an imprint of her wherever u go, whatsoever u watch, whomever u are with. And u start to wonder if u will ever acquire free.

You lean down and open a door set into the floor. Shackled and shackled, this babe lies sideways in a shallow box under floor level. She quickly learns to sound, maybe to anything. You praise her. You're teaching her the contortionist's art the equanimity of self-deception.

You trap her so that her head is on one side of a wall, and her body, arched backward, is on the other side. She's enjoyable like this, don't u think? Nearly flawless. And so u play one more game. It is a game this babe can solely lose. You play this game to make her greater amount ideal, greater quantity ravishing. And this is the imprint of her that u carry. The sound of her screaming, and of her body twisting and straining.

A hook in her snatch pulls her fur pie upward. You vibrate her to agonorgasmos. And as u prepare to put her away in her box, you're already thinking of coming to her later. More games? Is that what u crave? How lengthy can this go on? When will it be over? By then, she'll be able to anything, walking a dim silence of fantasy.

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Duration: 28:59
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