Release Year: 2022
Studio: InfernalRestraints

Okay, so I been watching her animal play 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 whoppers round and pointy and raw, the twitch of that saucy wazoo leaving a trail of twat so thick, a chap acquires lost in a fog, can't keep his mind where it belongs. She was the devil clothed like a floozy. She might of looked like the beauty next door, but this babe weren't no thing but a wench. And final night, this babe stood hit in front of the window, lifting her slide over her head. Her fingers, these nice, tender stems, unhooked her brassiere. The belts 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 vagina, her warm slit, teats, silhouette of the moon. She plays with her nipps, her bazookas white, half-shadowed. Her body writhes. That girl's fire in the throat, 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 fellow. So it had to be done. And like I told, that babe come on to me. She stood undressed, pressing her mangos and love tunnel 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 black devil eyes. I got her in the truck simple. Whore's are like that, thinking they got a stud all weak-kneed and mad 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 this babe was working me. I shivered cause I saw old guy Satan a-staring out animal play me from these eyes so youthful and brown and round and juicy. 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 10-pounder. Satan had a-hold of me, getting me rough 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 face hole. I overspread these eyes fast. Satan will catch u in a spell quicker than u can blink. And I got to grabbing her titties and soft wazoo. 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 in advance of, like smth so valuable u can't assist but fill your hands, crush and squeeze, caress. I tucked her into a ball and wrapped her constricted to the palette. I drove over to the garage. By that time that babe was making a awful fuss. Sweet adult baby doxy, I told, whispery and soft whilst I pricked her nipps with the tip of my knife. Devil hotty. Cunt. My knife was searching for the devil, drawn like a magnet to her black, humid vagina, scent of beauty, smoky-sweet, salty, blunt. I got her on her feet and wired her, widen over the anvil. When the devil's in a gal, u got to use specific tools, metal, wire, hawt shavings from the grinder. You got to tape her throat and eyes, tape her vagina shut. You acquire her dancing, impaled on the subdue of a shove broom. She cried. Yes this babe did. Because I was doing my most good to assist that poor beauty, using wire and metallic to drive the devil out. I whipped her with wire. I beat her bumpers red, her fur pie pink and striped, her round soft, wazoo marked with hawt bright lines. I whipped her heavy sufficiently to beat the devil back. Tonight her window is black. I see shadows crawl along the roofline. I think of her fastened and locked in a glass case in the lower room. That's where that babe belongs. I take some other thrash of white lightening. It's a fire in my face hole 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, darksome blackened sky.

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

File size: 1.2 GB