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Studio: Intotheattic

Next Iris finds herself getting prepped for a long ride on the Wooden Horse. Id been wanting to get someone up on the rail and have them ride it as long as they possibly could. Shes not coming off ’till she says the safeword. After putting her in a box restrain with a little cord around the neck I pick her up and place her onto the horse. Right away she doesnt like it. Shes afraid to put her legs down. I tell her too but she says she feels like shes going to fall off. Worry is all over her face. I tie a rope from her box fix to the ceiling and stand back for the ride. Within seconds we hear her say, "Ow! That hurts really bad". I look at her and say, "I know". She starts out to shake, every so often violently. I put a ring gag in her face hollow. As the drool starts out to cover her upper body I start out spanking her hooters. She bawls out with suffering, confused at how she can remain sitting on the horse and take this thrashing in the chest without falling off the rail. She accepts hit again. She tries to talk but we cant understand her. She gets her tits flogged to the point she cant stand it anymore. The drool just never stops being one long strand reaching from the anal of her face hole to her chest. When she gets smacked again she endeavours desperately to tell me it hurt but she cant seem to form the words, she cant finish heaving to get a breath. Shes desperate. Her hooters hurt so execrable she ask me to flog her ass instead. I make her beg for it. And then the strike hits her. I can just make out her telling me, "Oh god, that hurt in fact bad". I can see shes trying to gain some comfort, shes lifting her buttocks up trying to assuage the pain. Thats when I let her know Im going to leave her on the horse till she says the safeword. And so we stand back and watch, we just watch her sit there, trying to get comfortable, attempting to find a way to rest on this rail without it digging into her cunny, her pelvic bone or the crack of her anal. She shakes up there. The look on her face is one of consumption. Consumed with worry and desperation. The drool flushes from her oral cavity as the complete of her chest is wet and damp with spit. She lets me know shed like a cigarette. I light two and shove them up her nostrils, cover her muzzle and tell her to have distraction them. Shes still fluctuating.

Format: Wm
Duration: 52:17
Video: 960×540, Windows media Video 9 Advanced Profile, 2915kbps
Audio: 156kbps

File size: 1.2 GB