Release Year: 2022
Studio: HardTied
Cast: Tyler Scot, 411
The sky is pitch darksome when I discharge up in ottoman. My body is overspread in sweat but I am shivering and cold. The nightmare was so vivid, nearly real. It comes back to me in flashes. Like in a storm, how the lightening discloses anything for a brief pont of time. And then all is darksome afresh. I watch a abode in a petite city I don't recognize. A guy in dark grinning evilly as this chab throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underclothes off. My ally tyler is in the bathtub groaning and convulsing with throat taped and shirt over her head. There is no thing I can do to aid her. I can't even aid myself. I watch myself alone, thonged down to a card table, trembling in anxiety. He stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do now, what the next punishment will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when that guy nears. My skin is hungry to feel it is burn. He touches it down to my love melons. Softly animalism 1st, then harder, so that red dotted rings appear around my nipps. Then this chab drags it lazily down across my belly and crams it firmly into my clitoris. I groan and shriek in ecstasy. I am staked out with arms and legs widen wide and back arched over a thick, round log. Eyes closed, body motionless and drenched with oil. Exhausted and unable to struggle, I am no thing but a lifeless, oozy mass of flesh, an ornament for his lawn. Then there's a cabin surrounded by woods and that same fellow with that same grin. He undresses us down and leads us into the wilderness like 2 dogs on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and this chab looks back to smirk animal play our inexperienced waddling walk. The rough, splintery sex toy poked unfathomable into my wet crack pokes and prods with every step, searching for a delicate spot. He tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, bare, vulnerable, and restrained. Only able to communicate with despairing eyes and muffled moans. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. Two of em, facing every other. And we are fastened to em, compulsory to share our ache. Mouths stuffed with wooden gags, our cries mingle to create a single, anguished tune. I see tyler writhe below the ropes, rubbing her tender skin against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. She is trapped. And so am I. He strikes her with a thin tree branch untill boobs and hips are overspread with red lashes. I cringe animal play the sound of every jack off and glance down animal training my own sensitive bazookas, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come in a short time sufficiently. The final thing I recall: that guy is grumbling and tossing me into a gap. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think this guy told. He covers me in filth packed tightly up to my neck. He brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my throat, that guy unzips his panties and relieves himself, spraying pee all over the one and the other of us. Then that guy walks away, abandoning us. I am left with that picture in my mind. A disembodied head and a decapitated body baptized with the piddle of our captor. Just the thought sends chills crawling down my spine. But I am safe animal play home. And there is no stud in dark. Because it was all just a fantasy. Right?
Format: mp4
Duration: 1:13:11
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 4782kbps
Audio: 105kbps
File size: 2.6 GB
