Release: 2005
It starts with the image. The one that he has to meet with over and over. She's manacled, hooded, shackled to a seat of justice, chained to the wall in his dingy basement, downstairs, where everything begins, to what it has to begin - at the bottom. Breasts, nipples, flush of pussy. It's sinless from that moment on that she alone can save him.
She's not the picture. yet, but he knows that she is the path to the picture., and how in the end, it will just drip from his fingers onto her bdsm fiction skin like rope, like tape. Like cum. So it's very at daybreak that you see his strain. And you watch him falling accelerate, toppling. Deep into her cunt.
She struggles. She calls out. Mistah. Mistah. Maybe she knows she's the idol. Of course she does. That's why she's here. It's for what cause he chose her.
We can understand the need for the gloom at the beginning, the need for how coarsely he fucks her aperture . Until your eyes bleed, he says.
Her body extreme bdsm, a fog in his fix the ~ on. He fucks ass and cunt. Both at once. Because he's toppling. And she's the unbiassed object that is clear, locked in place, porous. And maybe, virtuous maybe he'll fall all the way in.
He remakes her, manufactures her mould. Metal stocks on her wrists and neck. Metal stocks on her ankles. Metal boring-tool in her mouth. Metal band about her waist. Metal cocks screwed into bdsm spuffy story her holes. Chains lift her up on her toes. A metal band seals her cunt. But her swollen pussy thrusts through, blooming like a rose.
What is she to him now? The event he can't stop in himself, that he can't unthink. She is blackleg than a scalpel. A woman learns to flay from the point of time she wakes in the womb. It is why he claims her. Why he can't live without her, why she owns him, and why he's married to her terror.
He lifts her like this, all in metal and drops her into sprinkle and calender . Up to the neck, the chin. He dunks her. She gasps, still. Not one bdsm srandel vowel will she give him. Not one hiss. Nothing. Nothing at quite.
Now in his bed, her body bound. She's a torso and a head with a noose at the neck. And for good we see it. The full image, the one he's remade a thousand times. It is the place of falling forward. He straddles her athwart bdsm startpagina his thighs, fucking her as he hangs her.
They love because Death loves, without care. Dripping as if from a vein.
Format: avi
Duration: 01:03:57
Resolution: 432 x240
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File weak glue: 548.0 MB
