Video language: English

"The phobia and the grace", that babe knows that line all likewise well. Poetically, it describes her predicament perfectly. Her inability to remember the lines, below the stressors that Creep delights in applying, will result in much soreness. The electrified prod belted into her snatch is a case in point. Creep clothed her for the occasion with leather mittens pulled up betwixt her shoulder blades and locked to the choke collar stretching her neck. Of course, that babe is adorned in the inevitable hose. He likes stretching em, like one more skin, over her lower extremities. A constricted corset boundaries her breathing and the hose accentuate her lengthy legs. She leans over a grubby kitchen table, wobbling in a couple of darksome high heels, reading from his iPad. She recites Percy Shelly’s “Medusa”. Deportment is strict. She have to recite the lines whilst gazing animal play him. When this babe falters this chab crams the buttons on the remote sending a pulse of Faraday’s juice throughout her nethers to induce contractions. She get to commit this poem to memory for that guy has promised her a session with the rod -- a jack off for each faulted line. Creep is living in a romantic anxiety. He is beguiled by the grace that is hidden in the character of this slut. The raunchy substance of his schizoid world is to design ordeals that excite dismay in her. This is such a thrilling fun as this guy studies her struggle; her expressions of soreness in the memories that guy collects on his tablet. Yet, his tending and fixation to this seeming pray -- has convoluted his longing. Fixated upon her, his gaze is becoming a mirror of himself.

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