Studio: Intotheattic
Cast: Star
Genres: DOMINANCE AND SUBMISSION, Extreme Bondage, Rough Sex, Metal Device Bondage, Submission, Domination, Torture, Spanking, Electrostimulation

Next Iris finds herself getting prepped for a lengthy ride on the Wooden Horse. I'd been wanting to receive anybody up on the rail and have em ride it as lengthy as they possibly could. She's not coming off until this babe says the stop word. After putting her in a box tie with a adult baby rope around the neck I pick her up and place her onto the horse. Right away this babe doesn't like it. She's afraid to put her legs down. I tell her also but that babe says that babe feels like she's going to fall off. Worry is all over her face. I tie a rope from her box tie to the ceiling and stand back for the ride. Within seconds we hear her say, "Ow! That hurts truly bad". I look animalism her and say, "I know". She begins to shake, sometimes violently. I put a ring gag in her face aperture. As the drool starts to blindfold her chest I start flagellation her whoppers. She cries out in torture, embarrassed animalism how that babe can remain sitting on the horse and take this whipping in the chest out of falling off the rail. She receives impact once more. She tries to talk but we can't understand her. She receives her meatballs flogged to the point that babe can't stand it anymore. The drool just not at any time stops being one lengthy strand reaching from the sub of her face aperture to her chest. When this babe receives smacked afresh this babe tries desperately to tell me it hurt but this babe can't appear to be to form the words, that babe can't stop heaving to acquire a breath. She's hopeless. Her whoppers hurt so bad that babe ask me to lash her gazoo instead. I make her entreat for it. And then the hit hits her. I can just make out her telling me, "Oh god, that hurt truly bad". I can watch she's trying to gain some comfort, she's lifting her arse up trying to assuage the ache. That's when I let her know I'm going to leave her on the horse until that babe says the stop word. And so we stand back and see, we just see her sit there, trying to receive comfortable, attempting to discover a way to rest on this rail out of it digging into her fur pie, her pelvic bone or the crack of her a-hole. She shakes up there. The look on her face is one of consumption. Consumed with worry and desperation. The drool flushes from her face hole as the entire of her chest is moist and damp with spit. She let us me know she'd like a cigarette. I light 2 and poke em up her nostrils, mask her throat and tell her to have a fun em. She's still shaking.

Format: Windows Media
Duration: 52:17
Video: 960x540, Windows Media Video 9 Advanced Profile, 2915kbps
Audio: 156kbps

File size: 1.2 GB