Cast: Molly (aka Molly Matthews, Emily Marilyn)
Genres: PAIN PLAY, Bondage, Dildo, Suspension, Tortur
Video language: English

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 suit showing her milk sacks round and pointy and heavy, the twitch of that saucy booty leaving a trail of cookie so thick, a fellow receives lost in a fog, can't keep his mind where it belongs. She was the devil clothed like a slut. She might of looked like the hotty next door, but that babe weren't no thing but a slut. And final night, that babe stood taste in front of the window, lifting her slide over her head. Her fingers, these nice, tender stems, unhooked her brassiere. The thongs slid down slow, like a fantasy u been guzzling and just like that, you're falling down , you're blind with how u can watch her in your head, her vagina, her warm love tunnel, teats, silhouette of the moon. She plays with her nipps, her bazookas 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 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, this babe come on to me. She stood exposed, pressing her love melons and wet crack 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 facile. Whore's are like that, thinking they got a chap all weak-kneed and insane for what they got betwixt the legs, that slick cavity, that creamy gash that sucks a fellow 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 moist. My hand shook when I lit her cigarette. But that babe was cold, like a sheet of ice, frozen, cold- 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 raw and thick and pounding up into my eyes. I poked her down. I bound 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 marangos and soft a-hole. She wiggled, squirmed. She was like peaches and plums, like u could sink in your teeth and juice would trickle down your chin. Her skin was silk, like no thing I ever touched in advance of, like smth so wonderful u can't aid 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 this babe was making a awful fuss. Sweet adult baby wench, I told, whispery and soft during the time that I pricked her teats with the tip of my knife. Devil gal. Cunt. My knife was searching for the devil, drawn like a magnet to her black, humid pussy, scent of gal, smoky-sweet, salty, blunt. I got her on her feet and wired her, widen over the anvil. When the devil's in a cutie, u got to use specific tools, metal, wire, sexy shavings from the grinder. You got to tape her throat and eyes, tape her vagina shut. You receive her dancing, impaled on the rule of a poke broom. She cried. Yes that babe did. Because I was doing my most good to aid that poor gal, using wire and steel to drive the devil out. I whipped her with wire. I beat her mangos red, her bawdy cleft pink and striped, her round soft, arse marked with hawt 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 this babe belongs. I take one more thud 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 craving 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