Insex - Star Struck (912)

Release Year: 2003
Studio: Insex
Cast: 912
Genres: BDSM, Uttermost Bondage, Domination, Fetich, Torture, Embarrassment, Beating, Rubber
Video language: English

912’s exam begins like so many others, with questions about her dress bulk, shoe, waist, bra bulk. But after that, it is soon obvious this is a assay like no one more. As soon as the first cord circles her wrists, she is caught in a dangerous thrall. Starstruck portrays a hunger for bondage and masochism that is not often captured on movie. Her hot want is relentless. His response is obvious. There can be only one direction it will go.

It starts out slowly, with no breaks, capturing the look on her face, the change of her breathing. She said she had fantasies of *, kidnapping, pain. Her face betrays her. Her eyes go glassy. Her arms are tied behind and her ankles chained crossed. Her coupled D cup boobs are shortly after the object of his fantasy. Scissors cut holes in her conservative blouse and black lace bra. Her nipples spill out. She gasps when the scissors bite at her teat. Her blouse is ripped off, her response equally excited. Cord is restrained below and above those bulbs of soft meat, her titties. The enormous paps are poked and slapped with skewers. Her skirt and underwear are ripped away, her own scent wiped on her face. Her pussy is slapped. In order to keep her thighs from closing, he whittles the ends of a skewer and places it between her thighs.

This is all seamless, effortless it appears. He’s caught in it as well, her want. Her bush is not highly colored, rather at this point, it is identical in tone to her body. But as it is slapped, it starts out to flush. The fatty aureoles of her incessant bust push out of the cavities in the bra. A dildo hums against her vulva. We see her intake of breath, held for a just a brief moment, then she comes.

She is wheeled into view, locked in a cage. A extreme posture collar has been tightened about her throat. Her hands are in mits. She is taken out of the cage. The collar is attached to a pulley and raised. She dances about on tiptoes. His involvement grows, drawn in by her energies. He lifts her, having her grasp him about the waist with her thighs. Every once in a while, he lets go so that she chokes, then he supports her another time with his hips.

She is set down on her feet, now upon the very tips of her toes. He gives her a pipe to stand on. It rolls, she slides off and steps back on, choking, her face strained. She is in obvious distress, but it is a distress blended with her gigantic want. Her hooters are chained and hoisted up. Her mouth is stuffed. He torturings her jubblies and plays with her cunny, eventually lifting her totally off the floor, hanging her.

The spider gag is in her mouth. She is bound onto a frame so that she leans forward, her arms chained to a pipe, mid-back. Her jubblies are fixed to the side posts. Her bottom protrudes behind, her thighs and ankles spread. She is severely beaten and slapped. Her peach is exposed from behindhand and slapped as well. Mr Pogo enters her that way, her genitals faintly pink, rimmed with white foamy peach juice. Mr. Pogo is braced against the floor. A vibrator buzzes against her cunny. She fucks herself as she squirms, her nipples taut and rigid with excitement.

Sitting on a easy-chair, her arms are fixed behindhand. A black leather hood molds to her face and head. She is with gag in kisser. Her jubblies are tied to a long pole. She is laid upon the floor, and her knees are bind and out to the pole. Mr. Pogo bangs her foamy. She obtains more breath play as her bush is repeatedly struck. Her jubblies are big swollen bulbs. A cane strikes the insides of her thighs and the skin immediately beside the flushed and rippled flesh of her cunny. She groans.

The hood is taken off and she is made to sit up. A rope is linked to the strap about her neck and led to the pulley. It’s yanked fierce repeatedly, held in location for many seconds against her throat. She chokes, strangles, recovering briefly between each episode. Her head jerks up, angled to the side. We’ve all seen it. The pictures of the hanged. That is how she looks. Her throat collapses. Her breath wheezes through a throat almost wholly closed.

As she sits at ease afterward in a variety of clothing, she says she liked the strangling superlative. Most definitely.

Format: true
Duration: 1:12:02
Video: 320×240, RV30
Audio: 43kbps

File size: 117.3 MB