Cast: Tyler Scot, 411
Genres: POWER PLAY, Bondage, Dildo, Outdoor, Suspension, Fire, Caning, Vibrator, Tits Tortur
Video language: English

The sky is pitch darksome when I discharge up in daybed. 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 dude in dark grinning evilly as this guy throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underclothes off. My ally tyler is in the bathtub groaning and convulsing with face hole taped and shirt over her head. There is no thing I can do to assist her. I can't even aid myself. I watch myself alone, thonged down to a card table, trembling in terror. He stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do now, what the next castigation will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when this guy nears. My skin is hungry to feel it is burn. He touches it down to my pantoons. Softly animal training 1st, then harder, so that red dotted rings appear around my nipps. Then this guy drags it not fast down across my belly and crams it firmly into my love button. I groan and screech in . 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 stud with that same grin. He disrobes us down and leads us into the wilderness like 2 on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and that guy looks back to smirk animal training our naive waddling walk. The heavy, splintery sex-toy poked unfathomable into my bawdy cleft pokes and prods with every step, searching for a delicate spot. He tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, in natures garb, vulnerable, and restrained. Only able to communicate with hopeless 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, to share our pain. Mouths stuffed with wooden gags, our cries mingle to create a single, anguished tune. I see tyler writhe underneath 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 whoppers and haunches are overspread with red lashes. I cringe animal play the sound of every jack off and glance down animal play my own sensitive whoppers, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come pretty soon sufficiently. The final thing I recall: this guy is grumbling and tossing me into a aperture. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think this chab told. He covers me in foul 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 face hole, that guy unzips his panties and relieves himself, spraying pee all over one as well as the other of us. Then this chab walks away, abandoning us. I am left with that picture in my mind. A disembodied head and a decapitated body baptized with the urinate of our captor. Just the thought sends chills crawling down my spine. But I am safe animal training home. And there is no dude in darksome. 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