Release Year: 2022
Cast: Tyler (aka Tyler Scot), 411
Genres: POWER PLAY, Bondage, Dildo, Vibrator, Outdoor, Cigarette Torture
Video language: English
A dude in darksome 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 aid her. I can't even aid myself. I watch myself alone, strapped down to a card table, trembling in horror. He stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do now, what the next torment 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 meatballs. Softly animal play 1st, then harder, so that red dotted rings appear around my nipps. Then this chab drags it not fast down across my abdomen and crams it firmly into my love button. I groan and shriek 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, muddy mass of flesh, an ornament for his lawn. Then there's a cabin surrounded by woods and that same guy 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 this chab looks back to smirk animalism our naive waddling walk. The heavy, splintery sex toy pushed 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, stripped, 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 torment. 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 milk shakes and hips are overspread with red lashes. I cringe animal training the sound of every wank and glance down animal training my own sensitive scoops, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come in a short time sufficiently. The final thing I recall: this chab is grumbling and tossing me into a aperture. "Gotta bury the evidence," I think this chab 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 one as well as the other of us. Then this 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 training home. And there is no fellow in darksome. Because it was all just a fantasy. Right?
Format: mp4
Duration: 33:01
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 4827kbps
Audio: 120kbps
File size: 1.2 GB
