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 chained and manacled 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 tying of 2 gals, 411 and Piglet. Their arms are tied behind their backs. They have wooden bits fastened into their throats. Both of em are standing on tiptoes, the 3 gals counterbalancing one some other. Now the farmer leads his cows up to pasture. They pursue in a line, shackled neck to neck. A wooden beam is bound to Angelica so that it swings back and forth betwixt her legs, rubbing her cookie. Moonshine and 411 one as well as the other have four-by-fours tied to their arms, holding em str8 outward. Piglet’s arms are fastened behind her back. Piglet hangs in a very miniature cage, folded up tightly on her knees. She is led to the prostate stimulation station and shackled in place. The prostate play tubes engulf onto her nipps. The pump, whoosh, pump, whoosh of the milker beats time as her nipps are milked. Mr. Pogo copulates her throat. Then Pogo plunges into her vagina amid her cries, a mixture of fun and distress. A milky froth collects around the opening to her pussy. The fake penis is used on her. A catheter is removed from her tit and sucked onto her love button. The interior sleeve opens and closes over her distended bawdy cleft. The marks from the rim of the catheter form a superior ring above her teat. She no longer has bumpers. Piglet has nipples. When this babe comes, this babe squeals. Piglet is bent over the platform, her torso shackled to the apparatus. A bar is lowered over the petite of her back and locked down. Her neck is shackled down and her arms tied behind her back. Her feet are widen and handcuffed to either side. A spider gag goes in her face hole. He brings in the milker, a stainless metallic canister with a pump and tubes that attach to nipps, in this case, pantoons. Piglet’s milk sacks droop downward, He wets the areolas and lifts the tubes into place. They engulf on. Her nipps 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 backdoor. She is vibrated to big o. Afterward, a prostate play catheter is taken from a tit and suctioned onto her snatch. 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 play 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 wet crack, the suction slurps animal training it, engulfing the clitoris unfathomable into the mouth of the catheter. Moonshine pees during her prostate milking, her nipples plumped out by the milker. Asen Angelica is milked, 411 is brought in, her arms tied back in a leather sleeve. She wears a darksome hood and a shiny dark ribbed sex tool. 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 too. Urine oozes onto Moonshine, running down the rocks of the wall. All four beauties are tied tightly in different poses on the floor of the barn. Wooden bits have been bound into each face hole. Angelica, tied tightly into a ball, cries from the torment of the tying. Piglet rests on her bulbous meatballs, flattening em. The angels groan and sigh and writhe, their cries echoing throughout the barn. Strings of drool leak. Moonshine’s labial jewelry gleams betwixt the backs of her hips. Urine erupts, running down her leg. They try to aid one some other receive out, but it solely appears to cause greater amount pain. The final discharged is of 3 angels that have been squished into one metal box, a squirming mass of beauty meat. The doors are closed and locked. They’re bedded down for the night.
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