Video language: English

The farmer leads in the final of his stock and checks his herd for the night. All four are locked into metal containment. Crickets chirp. Girls groan. Oh the country life. By morning, a fog has settled. Muffled cries can be heard. Then a strange sight emerges. A wooden cross is the central element. A four-by-four juts out from the leg of the cross. The edge of the four-by-four is turned upward and Angelica sits on it, her legs widen so that it cuts into her crotch. She is locked into metal stocks. Her ankles are manacled and handcuffed upward to either end of the stocks. From there, on one as well as the other sides, the chain is fed upward throughout pulleys then downward, attaching to the breast restraint bondage of 2 angels, 411 and Piglet. Their arms are fastened behind their backs. They have wooden bits tied into their face holes. Both of em are standing on tiptoes, the 3 gals counterbalancing one some other. Now the farmer leads his cows up to pasture. They chase in a line, handcuffed neck to neck. A wooden beam is bound to Angelica so that it swings back and forth betwixt her legs, rubbing her cunt. Moonshine and 411 one as well as the other have four-by-fours fastened to their arms, holding em str8 outward. Piglet’s arms are fastened behind her back. Piglet hangs in a very tiny cage, folded up tightly on her knees. She is led to the prostate milking station and manacled in place. The prostate play tubes engulf onto her teats. The pump, whoosh, pump, whoosh of the milker beats time as her teats are milked. Mr. Pogo copulates her throat. Then Pogo plunges into her cookie amid her cries, a mixture of enjoyment and distress. A milky froth collects around the opening to her cookie. The sex-toy is used on her. A catheter is removed from her tit and sucked onto her clitoris. The internal sleeve opens and closes over her distended cum-hole. The marks from the rim of the catheter form a superior ring above her nipp. She no longer has mangos. Piglet has nipples. When that babe comes, that babe squeals. Piglet is bent over the platform, her torso shackled to the apparatus. A bar is lowered over the tiny of her back and locked down. Her neck is shackled down and her arms tied behind her back. Her feet are widen and chained to either side. A spider gag goes in her throat. He brings in the milker, a stainless iron canister with a pump and tubes that attach to nipps, in this case, bumpers. Piglet’s bra buddies droop downward, He wets the areolas and lifts the tubes into place. They engulf on. Her teats are drawn down into the tubes. The milker sets up a rhythm, pump, whoosh, pump, whoosh. The internal sleeves of the tubes collapse and re-inflate as that babe is milked. A hook permeates her chocolate hole. She is vibrated to big o. Afterward, a prostate play catheter is taken from a tit and suctioned onto her fur pie. Her clitoris is pulled into the throat of the catheter . Piglet crawls back to the barnyard. Angelica’s head is all that we watch of her, locked into place animal training ground level. Piglet is ordered to make water on Angelica’s head. 411 is milked next. The tubes engulf onto tit after tit. When the catheter is applied to cum-hole, the suction slurps animalism it, engulfing the clitoris unfathomable into the mouth of the catheter. Moonshine pees during her prostate play, her nipples plumped out by the milker. Asen Angelica is milked, 411 is brought in, her arms fastened back in a leather sleeve. She wears a darksome hood and a shiny dark ribbed marital-device. Angelica is screwed in time with the rhythm of the milker. Fuck, engulf, fuck, engulf. Outside, the dairy farmer takes a break, pissing into a funnel. It drains onto Moonshine, locked into her metal box. Angelica is brought to the funnel and said to void urine likewise. Urine oozes onto Moonshine, running down the rocks of the wall. All four gals are tied tightly in different poses on the floor of the barn. Wooden bits have been bound into each face hole. Angelica, fastened tightly into a ball, cries from the ache of the tying. Piglet rests on her bulbous scones, flattening em. The cuties groan and sigh and writhe, their cries echoing throughout the barn. Strings of drool trickle. Moonshine’s labial jewelry gleams betwixt the backs of her hips. Urine erupts, running down her leg. They try to assist one one more receive out, but it solely appears to cause greater quantity pain. The final discharged is of 3 angels that have been squished into one metal box, a squirming mass of angel meat. The doors are closed and locked. They’re bedded down for the night.

Format: mp4
Duration: 40:36
Video: 1280x720, AVC (H.264), 2929kbps
Audio: 122kbps

File size: 908.7 MB