Release Year: 2022
Studio: InfernalRestraints

Okay, so I been watching her animal training night, watching the gold light of her window streaming into darkness, and the shadows that crawl along the roofline. But this babe was the one that come on to me, all prettified in that short adult baby costume showing her scoops round and pointy and intense, the twitch of that saucy a-hole leaving a trail of cookie so thick, a chap acquires lost in a fog, can't keep his mind where it belongs. She was the devil clothed like a floozy. She might of looked like the angel next door, but this babe weren't no thing but a wench. And final night, this babe stood hit in front of the window, lifting her slide over her head. Her fingers, these admirable, tender stems, unhooked her brassiere. The belts slid down slow, like a fantasy u been guzzling and just like that, you're falling down drunk, you're whiskey blind with how u can watch her in your head, her wet crack, her warm snatch, teats, silhouette of the moon. She plays with her teats, her wobblers white, half-shadowed. Her body writhes. That girl's fire in the throat, a double glug of white lightening banging like a jack hammer on the back of your skull. Temptation. You got to kill it, got to put it away somewhere's so it don't acquire u. See, I'm a God‹fearing fellow. So it had to be done. And like I told, that babe come on to me. She stood stripped, pressing her bazookas and fur pie 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 black devil eyes. I got her in the truck elementary. Whore's are like that, thinking they got a guy all weak-kneed and avid for what they got betwixt the legs, that slick cavity, that creamy gash that sucks a dude in and don't let go. She thought this babe was working me. I shivered cause I saw old stud Satan a-staring out animal training me from these eyes so juvenile and brown and round and juicy. My hand shook when I lit her cigarette. But that babe was cold, like a sheet of ice, frozen, cold-blooded 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 schlong. Satan had a-hold of me, getting me heavy 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 face hole. I overspread these eyes fast. Satan will catch u in a spell quicker than u can blink. And I got to grabbing her whoppers and soft arse. 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 previous to, like smth so good u can't aid but fill your hands, crush and squeeze, caress. I tucked her into a ball and wrapped her taut to the palette. I drove over to the garage. By that time this babe was making a awful fuss. Sweet adult baby bitch, I told, whispery and soft during the time that I pricked her teats with the tip of my knife. Devil beauty. Cunt. My knife was searching for the devil, drawn like a magnet to her darksome, humid cum-hole, scent of hotty, 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 face hole and eyes, tape her snatch shut. You acquire her dancing, impaled on the push around of a shove broom. She cried. Yes this babe did. Because I was doing my most good to aid that poor hotty, using wire and steel to drive the devil out. I whipped her with wire. I beat her bazookas red, her fur pie pink and striped, her round soft, butt marked with hawt bright lines. I whipped her heavy sufficiently to beat the devil back. Tonight her window is black. I see shadows crawl along the roofline. I think of her fastened and locked in a glass case in the lower room. That's where this babe belongs. I take some other spank 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.

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