62 At The Farm 62 912

Studio: Insex

The silo. Everything echoes in this darksome fantasy. The gal curls inner. She can barely breathe. Because shes dropped into the eye of the giant. Uncomfortably handcuffed, 62 wanders in circles, her mounds full of milk. She waits for the pain to start. Her skin is great. Amazing. 62 begins in the pasture with the cows, since they have so much in usual. Namely – milk. Wind blows her hair, her suit, the meadow grass. Clouds pass above. She admits to having a fondness for soreness and supremacy. She cant live without being afraid. 62 is strapped animal play neck, elbows, wrists, and thumbs. Shes poked into the silo. The ladder is pulled out. The door bangs shut. Light shines down from above, as although shes lost in a cathedral and this is her penance. Echoes haunt. She wanders in circles, embarrassed, unheard, unseen. Alone. A spray of water rips animal play her skin. She is coercive to disrobe, then dragged to the center and hung upside down. Her face is crammed into his crotch. He plugs her bawdy cleft and restrains off her jubblies. They ooze animal training the nipp. He milks her into a pyrex cup, thin white streams squirting out. She hangs alone afterward, drenched, shattered.

Format: real
Duration: 55:42
Video: 424×240, RV40
Audio: 94kbps

File size: 298.9 MB