6×6 (PD & 33) Insex

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Studio: Insex
Genres: BDSM, Torment, Piercing, Bondage, Spanking, Hardcore

33 tormented up close and personal as she goes one on one with PD and a 6 X 6 post. She’s close enough to lick, every inch of her body, her rose, those magnificent curves of her body. 33 is succulent, her boobs ripe like she’s fresh out of a French painting. You obtain to relish each moment of her anguish, tears, drool, screams, and welts. But it’s the nipple she hates. 33 starts in handcuffs. Thumbcuffs on her toes keep her legs secured around the post so that she can’t wander far. She eats and drinks this way, and . . .well, what do you think the newspaper is for? It’s in this state that she learns the basics – how to lick a boot, how to rub a cock. He stuffs her face between his legs and tells her to make it “nice and big.” Straped with elbows tight together behind her back, her skin, alluring, arrests the eye. She’s restrained to the post, denuded, like one of the saints soon to be martyred. But when her long hair is bound back to one ankle, her pose is of her head drawn grievously back, one ankle kicked up. The arch of her body is brilliant, one of Renoir’s dancers caught mid-step. It’s in this position that he can slowly examine both her peach and her pain. Rope, nipple clamps, and the post. These are the worst of torments when applied correctly. And 33 is heroic, facing it head-on, nipples distended by clamps, her skin tied up in positions that maximize her misery. She rubs his cock. He gropes her, the tips of his fingers wet from the dear slime of her rose. In the final position, she’s restrained to the post while lying flat on a table, her nipples clamped and stretched outward to the table legs. Her hair is restrained back to her wrists. Ramping up her torment, he canes her, but then his fingers are in her bush once more. He releases the clamps and savagely rubs each nipple. She weeps. The table is taken not here and she’s suspended straight out from the post. As he rubs her toward orgasm, 33’s flesh writhes in mid-air. Reminiscent of another painting, perhaps Bosch, and she’s one of the angels, contorted, lost in the appalling throes of hellish ecstasy.

Format: avi
Duration: 57:33
Video: 640×480, XviD, 750kbps
Audio: 125kbps