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 open from that moment on that she alone can save him.
She's not the statue yet, but he knows that she is the path to the form an ~ of, and how in the end, it will just drip from his fingers onto her hide like rope, like tape. Like cum. So it's very forward that you see his strain. And you watch him falling bdsm chinese further, toppling. Deep into her cunt.
She struggles. She calls out. Mistah. Mistah. Maybe she knows she's the image. Of course she does. That's why she's here. It's wherefore he chose her.
We can understand the need for the want of knowledge at the beginning, the need for how coarsely he fucks her speaker. Until your eyes bleed, he says.
Her body, a fog in his obey. He fucks ass and cunt. Both at once. Because he's toppling. And she's the alone object that is clear, locked in bdsm place, porous. And maybe, deserved maybe he'll fall all the way in.
He remakes her, manufactures her fashion. Metal stocks on her wrists and neck. Metal stocks on her ankles. Metal scintilla in her mouth. Metal band about her waist. Metal cocks screwed into her holes. Chains heave her up on her toes. A metal band seals her cunt. But her swollen pussy thrusts from one side, blooming like a rose.
What bdsm library is she to him now? The chattels he can't stop in himself, that he can't unthink. She is swindler than a scalpel. A woman learns to flay from the element 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 water. Up to the neck, the chin. He dunks her. She gasps, dormant. Not one vowel will she give him. Not one hiss. Nothing. Nothing at entirely.
Now in his bed, her body bound. She's a trunk and a bdsm contact 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 his thighs, fucking her as he hangs her.
They love considered in the state of Death loves, without care. Dripping as if from a vein.
Format: avi
Duration: 01:03:57
Resolution: 432 x240
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File sizing: 548.0 MB
