Genres: DOMINANCE AND SUBMISSION, Bondage, Dildo, Suspension, Torture
Video language: English

Okay, so I been watching her animalism night, watching the gold light of her window streaming into darkness, and the shadows that crawl along the roofline. But that babe was the one that come on to me, all prettified in that short adult baby costume showing her pointer sisters round and pointy and intense, the twitch of that saucy butt leaving a trail of muff so thick, a stud acquires lost in a fog, can't keep his mind where it belongs. She was the devil clothed like a wench. She might of looked like the cutie next door, but that babe weren't no thing but a bitch. And final night, that babe stood taste in front of the window, lifting her slide over her head. Her fingers, these priceless, tender stems, unhooked her brassiere. The thongs slid down slow, like a fantasy u been guzzling and just like that, you're falling down drunk, you're whiskey blind with how u can watch her in your head, her fur pie, her warm cum-hole, teats, silhouette of the moon. She plays with her teats, her scoops white, half-shadowed. Her body writhes. That girl's fire in the face hole, a double glug of white lightening banging like a jack hammer on the back of your skull. Temptation. You got to kill it, got to put it away somewhere's so it don't receive u. See, I'm a God‹fearing dude. So it had to be done. And like I told, that babe come on to me. She stood bare, pressing her scoops and cum-hole right against that window, and I saw her like a steam, like a mist flowing out into the night. And her eyes fixed on mine, these darksome devil eyes. I got her in the truck effortless. Whore's are like that, thinking they got a stud all weak-kneed and insane for what they got betwixt the legs, that slick cavity, that creamy gash that sucks a dude in and don't let go. She thought that babe was working me. I shivered cause I saw old stud Satan a-staring out animal training me from these eyes so youthful and brown and round and moist. My hand shook when I lit her cigarette. But that babe was cold, like a sheet of ice, frozen, cold-blooded like a snake. "What's that for?" this babe asked, seeing the wood palette, the rope, the plastic wrap. "Delivery," I told, slowing the truck down. I was driving the back edge of the coal yards. Nobody around. She didn't blink. Not one time. Reached over and unzipped me out of so much of a please and thank u. She grabbed my jock. Satan had a-hold of me, getting me raw and thick and pounding up into my eyes. I poked her down. I fastened her constricted, her elbows near touching in back. She made a adult baby chirpy sound or 2, but I stuffed her throat. I overspread these eyes fast. Satan will catch u in a spell quicker than u can blink. And I got to grabbing her whoppers and soft arse. She wiggled, squirmed. She was like peaches and plums, like u could sink in your teeth and juice would leak down your chin. Her skin was silk, like no thing I ever touched previous to, like smth so precious u can't aid but fill your hands, tromp and squeeze, caress. I tucked her into a ball and wrapped her taut to the palette. I drove over to the garage. By that time that babe was making a awful fuss. Sweet adult baby bitch, I told, whispery and soft whilst I pricked her nipps with the tip of my knife. Devil beauty. Cunt. My knife was searching for the devil, drawn like a magnet to her darksome, humid slit, scent of angel, smoky-sweet, salty, blunt. I got her on her feet and wired her, widen over the anvil. When the devil's in a beauty, u got to use specific tools, metal, wire, hawt shavings from the grinder. You got to tape her throat and eyes, tape her slit shut. You receive her dancing, impaled on the subdue of a shove broom. She cried. Yes this babe did. Because I was doing my most good to aid that poor hotty, using wire and steel to drive the devil out. I whipped her with wire. I beat her zeppelins red, her bawdy cleft pink and striped, her round soft, arse marked with sexy bright lines. I whipped her rough sufficiently to beat the devil back. Tonight her window is darksome. I see shadows crawl along the roofline. I think of her bound and locked in a glass case in the lower room. That's where that babe belongs. I take one more impact of white lightening. It's a fire in my mouth and eyes. But she's a mist, a bleached fog that passes throughout my mind. Even now, I hear her cries. Temptation beats my temples like a gong, the bleary lust of my mind. And the empty sky, unfathomable low groan of the devil, rumbling night, black blackened sky.

Format: mp4
Duration: 35:08
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 4793kbps
Audio: 98kbps

File size: 1.2 GB