Creep Suck - Sierra Cirque - 2017 - Bondage, Torture, Submission
BDSM - Creep Suck - Sierra Cirque - 2017 - Bondage, Torture, Submission, added Sun, 29 Nov 2020 18:07:29 +0200
Release Year: 2017
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Rope Bondage, Submission, Domination, Torture, Spanking
Sleep is fitful and just possible following the fatigue of constant altering round and adjusting the stones that are my bed. It seems like my own body was covered in blows off - that the rocks are bruising me. Its becoming colder. Sunlight is lower; It beams through a window and illuminates the details of everything hovers above me. I'm certainly one particular web bound carcasses. As it darkens, the chirps and squishes begin -- dark flutters of darting fantoms swirl above me. They appear to get drawn by my presence -- often diving me and bombing me with their own jealousy.
The smell grows fouler through the afternoon; my toilet is still my bed. At the beginning he would come and stand over me; staring, pissing, having fun with himself. Now, when he brought me that the slop, he was wearing a gas mask.
The everyday chores of those reasons are far more interesting when I allow my thoughts to roam to that monster entombed in my barn. It really is not as deflecting of late as a result of the stink, and that I must face the duty of cleaning it. I've prepared a platform depending on the layouts I've observed at the county fair; A grooming table which holds her wrist and ankles therefore she's on all fours. To compensate and motivate the task of cleaning up , I'd like to take it to another level.
I'm going to bifurcate her -- two for one. At the mind I will have her perform cosmetics. The cock sucking is going to have classier feel. At the bottom, a system will soften and ditch her gash to my prick.
Something is upward; he's standing holding the black head bag along with that terrible pole which locks round my throat. He orders me to role over onto my tummy -- I know this drill, therefore that I put my hands behind my back instantly. (Reaching through the grate he shoves against the shackles collectively ) He slips the bag in my mind, yanks the chain tight and locks it.
I hear the muffled sound of the grate on the concrete. He yanks me from the hole by my neck. The concrete planters my skin as I struggle to gain my foundation. This is exactly the worst -- he compels me that rod. It is a stifling fright -- I cannot see where I'm stepping. He seems to take pleasure in allowing me to briskly walking me into obstacles.
I'm now on all fours secured at the knees and wrist. It has to be a table or platform of some type. He pulls the hood off my mind -- the purpose of this position is unexpectedly clear. A bucket of soapy water and a hose have been hanging on the floor. Im sure he will create what's ahead as dreadful as possible. I can't help but sigh with excellent relief because this horrible stench is all going to be washed from me.
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Format: mp4
Duration: 50:55
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 4822kbps
Audio: 120kbps
File size: 1.8 GB
