Release Year: 2024
Cast: Tyler (aka Tyler Scot), 411
Genres: PAIN PLAY, Bondage, Dildo, Outdoor, Pissing, Ring Gag
Video language: English
The sky is pitch darksome when I discharge up in sofa. My body is overspread in sweat but I am shivering and cold. The nightmare was so vivid, not quite real. It comes back to me in flashes. Like in a storm, how the lightening discloses anything for a brief pont of time. And then all is darksome another time. I watch a abode in a miniature city I don't recognize. A dude in darksome grinning evilly as this chab throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underclothing 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 assist myself. I watch myself alone, strapped down to a card table, trembling in anxiety. He stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do now, what the next pain 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 milk cans. Softly animalism 1st, then harder, so that red dotted rings appear around my nipps. Then this guy drags it lazily down across my belly and crams it firmly into my clitoris. I groan and screech in ecstasy. 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 fellow with that same grin. He disrobes us down and leads us into the wilderness like 2 dogs on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and this chab looks back to smirk animal play our inexperienced waddling walk. The heavy, splintery sex-toy pushed unfathomable into my twat pokes and prods with every step, searching for a delicate spot. He tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, undressed, vulnerable, and restrained. Only able to communicate with despairing eyes and muffled moans. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. Two of em, facing every other. And we are tied to em, compulsory to share our pain. 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.
Total size: 2.3 GB in 2 files.
