Creep Suck - Sierra Cirque
BDSM - Creep Suck - Sierra Cirque, added Tue, 12 Nov 2019 06:51:15 +0200
Sleep is fitful and just possible after the fatigue of constant changing around and adjusting the stones which are my mattress. It feels as though my body was covered in blows off - the stones would be bruising me. Its getting colder. The sun is lower; It beams through a window and also illuminates the details of exactly what hovers above me. I am one of these internet bound carcasses. As it succeeds, the chirps and also squishes start -- shadowy flutters of darting fantoms swirl preceding me. They seem to be attracted by my existence -- frequently diving and bombing me with their own jealousy.
The odor grows fouler from the afternoon; my bathroom is my mattress. Initially he would come and stand over me; staring, pissing, playing himself. Now, when he attracted me the slop, he had been wearing a gas mask.
The regular chores of the grounds are much more intriguing as I let my thoughts to drift to that creature entombed in my barn. It is not as distracting of late because of this stink, and I must face the job of cleaning it. I have prepared a platform depending on the designs I have observed at the county fair; A grooming table which holds her knees and wrist so she's on all fours.
For times I have been pleased with only knowing it had been saved there. To compensate and inspire the task of cleaning it, I want to bring it to a different level.
I am likely to bifurcate her two to get one. At the mind I will have her do makeup. The penis sucking will have a classier feel. At the bottom, a machine will soften and ditch her gash for my penis.
Something is up; he's standing over me holding the black mind bag and that terrible pole which guards around my throat. He orders me to function over on my belly -- I understand this drill, so I put my hands behind my back immediately. (Reaching throughout the grate he shoves against the shackles together.) He slips the bag in my mind, yanks the chain tight and locks it.
I hear the muted noise of this grate on the concrete. He yanks me out of this hole by my throat. The concrete bits my skin as I struggle to gain my footing. This is the worst -- that he still pushes me that pole. It's a stifling fright -- I cannot see where I am stepping. He appears to delight in allowing me excursion or briskly walking me into obstacles.
I am currently on all fours secured at the knees and wrist. It must be a table or platform of some sort. He pulls the hood off my mind -- the intention of this place is suddenly clear. A bucket of water and a hose are lying around the floor. Im sure he will make what is to come as dreadful as possible. I can not help but sigh with excellent relief as this vile stench is about to be washed out of me.
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Format: mp4
Duration: 50:55
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 4822kbps
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