Sierra Cirque (Creep Suck)

Cast: Sierra Cirque
Genres: BDSM, Humiliation, Torture
Video language: English

leep is fitful and just only possible after the exhaustion of uninterrupted shifting around and adjusting the stones this are my bed. It feels like my body has been overspread in blows – the rocks are bruising me. Its getting colder. The sun is lower; It beams throughout this a window and illuminates the details of what hovers above me. I am one of these web chained carcasses. As it darkens, the chirps and squishes start — shadowy flutters of darting fantoms swirl above me. They seem to be attracted by my presence — often diving at me and bombing me with their droppings.
The smell grows fouler by the day; my toilet is my bed. In the beginning buddy would come and stand over me; staring, urinating, playing with himself. Today, when lad brought me the slop, man was wearing a gas mask.
The everyday chores of the grounds are much more interesting as I allow my mind to wander to this creature entombed in my barn. It’s less distracting of late because of the stink, and I immediately must face the task of cleaning it. I have willing a platform based on the designs I have seen at the county fair; A grooming table this holds her wrist and ankles so girl is on all fours.
For days I have been content with just knowing that it was stored there. To compensate and motivate the chore of cleaning it, I want to take it to another layer.
I am going to bifurcate her — two for one. At the head I will have her do makeup. The dick sucking will have a classier feel. At the tail, a appliance will soften and swell her gash for my python.
Something is up; he’s standing over me holding the black head bag and this terrible pole this locks around my neck. Chap orders me to role over onto my stomach — I know this drill, so I put my hands behind my back without delay. (Reaching throughout that the grate guy locks the shackles unitedly.) Chap slides the bag on my head, yanks the chain tight and locks it.
I hear the muffled sound of the grate scraping on the concrete. Gink yanks me out of the hole by my neck. The concrete scraps my skin as I struggle to gain my footing. That is the worst — gink pokes me forward by that pole. It is a stifling fright — I can’t watch where I am stepping. Bloke appears to be to pleasure in letting me trip or briskly walking me into obstacles.
I’m immediately on all fours locked at the wrist and ankles. It must be a table or platform of some kind. Boy pulls the hood off my head — the purpose of that position is surprisingly clear. A bucket of soapy water and a hose are lying on the floor. Im sure buddy will make what is to come as horrible as possible. I cannot help but sigh with outstanding relief as that vile stench is ’bout to be washed from me.

Format: mp4
Duration: 50:55
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4822kbps
Audio: 120kbps

Video clip size: 1.8 GB