The Interrogation Infernalrestraints 2007 Safira Angel Bondage, Rough Sex

Spooky serial killer hood. Wrists and neck secured to a place, the stretch in her arms a bit long. All of her weight rests upon her buttocks and thighs, then settling onto a bed of spikes. What predominates is her heavy breathing. He informs her that now it is all about suffering, not gender. And he cinches a belt snug about her waist. More than tight extreme. Because, he tells her, pressure round the chest has the exact identical influence as around the neck. She goes glassy-eyed. He slaps her cheeks. Not much reaction. He also relents.She’s arranged to undress. It is difficult. She is still half-gone. A triangle of perspiration wets her T-shirt between her neck and breasts. If he rubs her clit, she’s soppy with desire. Whether he offers her pain or pleasure, the lines in her face look like disaster. He tells her to put herself off. Her fingers circle and picture her pussy. She’s but not does she smile.With elbows and wrists locked in double stocks, she can be dismembered, no hands or feet. The bed of spikes braised your skin of her ass. Angry red welts. He also flogs it her buttocks. He fucks her mouth-hole with a handheld penis. Her thighs shake. She is fucked in her cunt. He torments her pussy. Her clit goes pointy and stiff. And after she’s she is soaked at the cunt like some crazy slut trapped in a dense cloud of misery, providing anything for a single moment of release.