Hot Twat Part Two



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 feeble juvenile woman. She is in your vigour. There are games u desire 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 marvelous by the hour. Until there is an imprint of her wherever u go, soever u watch, whomever u are with. And u start to wonder if u will ever receive free.
You lean down and open a door set into the floor. Shackled and handcuffed, that babe lies sideways in a shallow box under floor level. She quickly learns to smother sound, maybe to smother 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 pleasing like this, don't u think? Nearly flawless. And so u play one more game. It is a game that babe can merely lose. You play this game to make her greater amount ideal, greater amount enjoyable. 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 cum-hole pulls her wet crack 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 desire? How lengthy can this go on? When will it be over? By then, she'll be able to smother anything, walking a dim silence of fantasy.

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Hot Twat Part Two

Hot Twat Part Two


Hot Twat Part Two

Hot Twat Part Two



Hot Twat Part Two


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Hot Twat Part Two