Gravity plus mass plus metallic equals a perverted castigation.

As everybody animal training Infernal Restraints prepares for the discharge, PD preps Erika, locking her in metal and leaving her to languish. Her neck is clamped inside a collar held away from the wall by a metal arm. Her wrists, pulled up in a stressful strappado behind her, keep her on her toes. It is her own weight that applies the pressure against her face hole. PD ignores her except to raise her up a scarcely any greater quantity inches, increasing the drag downward. It's no thing indeed, a easy matter of mathematics.

A couple of scissors snips animal play her tuft of cunt hair. PD shreds Erika's T-shirt. Snip, snip goes her brassiere. The tip of a tomcat rips animal play her tummy and chest, and animal training that adult baby tuft of fur pie hair. Then she's turned so that this babe faces the wall. The flagellate targets her butt and back. And as this babe fusses, trying to pull away from the tip of the singletail, her back arches. Her body is glamorous in profile as this babe strains against the metal and gravity.

Erika's wrists are chained behind and bound to a thick, scratchy rope that's dragged throughout her crotch (a naughty adult baby anguish and bound upward. Nipple clamps pull her whoppers up too. Gravity takes it is toll, a sublime pont of time of truth, the pang of inhabiting a body.

A fresh device makes it is debut. Erika stands on a wooden crossbeam with her head and wrists locked in stocks. His fingers investigate her holes. Then a rod smacks her arse, hips, and feet. Erika keeps up a continuous stream of cries, like some secretive beast that screams all night. A board slips betwixt her hips. Then the beam under her feet is removed. Now her weight rests there upon her cum-hole. Gravity wins.

Hanging in a very diminutive cage, a dental gag holds Erika's throat open. Drool runs from her lips to her cum-hole where white twat juice wets her gap. The fucking machine stands animal play the willing. She's positioned and permeated, as though it is her cum-hole that serves the machine. It pounds away inside of her. And Erika's cries create such a clamor.

He's done with her now. The machine is silent. The cage slips along a rail until it hangs over an waiting box. Erika's dropped inside, cage and all. The lid slams shut, latched, and a breathing pipe drilled in place. Erika's constant stream of noise goes on, greater quantity distant now. Far away. A world apart.

Format: real
Duration: 34:53
Video: 640x480, RV40
Audio: 94kbps

File size: 113.0 MB