62 912 and Pd

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Studio: Insex

The silo. Everything echoes in this dark dream. The female curls inward. She can barely breathe. Because shes dropped into the eye of the monster. Uncomfortably shackled, 62 wanders in circles, her milkers full of milk. She waits for the torture to begin. Her skin is lovely. Perfect. 62 begins in the pasture with the cows, since they have so much in normal. Namely – milk. Wind blows her hair, her dress, the meadow grass. Clouds pass overhead. She admits to having a fondness for pain and domination. She likes being afraid. 62 is shackled at neck, elbows, wrists, and thumbs. Shes shoved into the silo. The ladder is pulled out. The door bangs shut. Light shines down from above, as though shes lost in a cathedral and this is her penance. Echoes haunt. She wanders in circles, confused, unheard, unseen. Alone. A spray of water rips at her body. She is to undress, then dragged to the center and hung upside down. Her face is pressed into his crotch. He plugs her cunt and ties off her titties. They drip at the nipple. He milks her into a pyrex cup, thin white streams squirting out. She hangs alone afterwards, drenched, shattered. Shes moved to a new location. Knotted rope winds tight about her smooth body. Tied by the hair and to stand upon a painful perch, 62 is told to watch and learn. 912 is locked in a pivot box. 912s mouth appears at the Glory Hole. She works him up. Then her cage is swung around and its her ripe vulva that he uses. 912 is little more than a partial face. A mouth. A fuckhole. 62 frets and moan, but she wont agree to take 912s place. So shes left up on her perch with plenty of time to think about her choices.

Format: avi
Duration: 55:43
Video: 848×480, XviD, 750kbps
Audio: 125kbps