Release Year: 2022
Studio: InfernalRestraints

He thinks of em as turkeys.To him those gals are no thing greater amount than meat. He sees himself as a hunter, a fellow who cant live without recent meat. And so it starts. They are exposed, his angels. There are 3 of em. He has em in his hunting cabin. Their arms are fastened behind their backs, their hands taped. They are gagged with tubing held in place with cable ties. A not many feet of chain run from neck to neck, so that they are tethered to one some other. He sits. He tells em about a turkey discharge. As this guy talks, that guy assembles his gun. Their adult baby cries and whimpers escalate. Who could have known? One minute u are just walking your or sipping coffee in your home. And the next thing u know, u are nude. And that guy has a gun. And there is indeed no thing else to do, is there? When that guy tells u to run. You run like hell. He drags em outside and unchains em and begins spewing out pellets, scaring em up nice. After all, that guy craves to be challenged. He’s looking for sport, just a adult baby pleasure. They run throughout the woods all in a flurry, screaming, squawking. Open season on gal. The golden-haired is the 1st to drop. He takes the others down also, the dark brown and the black-haired angel. The marks of paintball trickle down their soft skin in red trails. It is quiet in the woods. Their bodies lie still, white, silent. They are side by side in the back of his truck, all on their stomachs, all in hogties, all gagged. They rock back and forth on tied pointer sisters, bouncing with the bounce of the truck. They make a flurry of terrified chirps. He stops the truck and opens the back gate. To every couple of ankles, this chab attaches a rope. Then that guy moves the truck forward so that they are dragged out of the back by the ankles. He hoists every of em up, their bodies hanging upside down in the midst of the woods. He smacks booties. He plays with their love bubbles and nipps, tight from the cold. His coarse fingers twist and knead, doing with em soever that guy wishes. Evening comes. A fire burns beside a pond. All 3 angels are standing, fastened tightly jointly animal play the neck, hobbled this way, groaning, whimpering in the cold. They shuffle close to the fire. But pretty soon it is likewise sexy. They jostle back and forth, breast to breast, their skin luminous in the black. He arrives with a metal grill that that guy sets on 2 posts. It is in the shape of a body. He tells em they have to come to a conclusion who is going to be cooked tonight. It is for em to make a decision. They groan. They cry, moving backward, clustered jointly, the human cook basket expecting. The golden-haired is chosen. She is locked into the rungs of the frame, her legs widen, arms locked behind her back, and a metal bar thrust into her fur pie. It keeps her very still, so that the fire can do it is work. She breathes raw as the heat grows, baking, her chest heaving. The other 2 angels are given the task of making sure she’s roasted admirable and even. Her skin goes red. Please hurry, that babe says, please, please hurry. And so they turn her so that babe can cook the other side and supplicate to be turned anew. An apple is poked into the blond’s face hole. She is quieter now. As though that babe is giving up, letting go. As though that babe can forget her body. She is basted and barbecued, her round bra buddies smeared with sauce, leaking down into the fire. Fluid leaks from her knees. The flush of her body may remind him of the pink internal shine of cookie. When the lips are widen and moist, just in advance of the plunge, and now the scent can sometimes be smoky.

Format: mp4
Duration: 51:17
Video: 3840x2160, AVC (H.264), 4769kbps
Audio: 108kbps

File size: 1.8 GB