Private BDSM Files Of Tyler

Oct 302022

Release Year: 2022
Cast: Tyler (aka Tyler Scot), 411
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Dildo, Vibrator, Out-of-doors, Cigarette Torture
Video language: English

A man in black grinning evilly as this chub throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My pal tyler is in the bathtub screaming and convulsing with mouth taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to assist her. I can’t even help myself. I watch myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. This chub stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do instantly, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when fellow nears. My body is hungry to feel its burn. Gink touches it down to my breasts. Softly at first, then stronger, so this red dotted rings appear around my teats. Then guy drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it vigorously into my clit. I bawl and shriek in . I am staked out with arms and legs spread wide and back arched over a thick, round log. Eyes closed, flesh motionless and drenched with oil. Exhausted and unable to struggle, I am nothing but a lifeless, slimy mass of skin, an ornament for his lawn. Then there’s a cabin surrounded by woods and this same man with that same grin. Guy strips us down and leads us into the wilderness like two on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and boy looks back to smirk at our silly waddling walk. The intense, splintery dildo shoved deep into my vagina pushes and prods with any step, searching for a delicate spot. Guy tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, uncovered, powerless, and bound. Only able to communicate with despairing eyes and muffled yells. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. Two of em, facing each one more. And we are chained to them, to share our suffering. Mouths stuffed with wooden gags, our moans mingle to create a single, hurting tune. I see tyler writhe beneath the ropes, rubbing her susceptive body against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. Doll is trapped. And so am I. Lad strikes her with a thin tree branch until tits and thighs are covered with red lashes. I cringe at the sound of every stroke and glance down at my own thin-skinned breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come in a short time enough. The last thing I recall: that chub is grumbling and tossing me into a hole. "Gotta bury the evidence," I think chap said. Dude covers me in dirt packed vigorously up to my neck. Lad brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my face hole, fellow unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then buddy walks away, abandoning us. I am left with that picture in my mind. A disembodied head and a decapitated skin baptized with the piss of our captor. Just the thought sends chills crawling down my spine. But I am safe at home. And there is no man in black. Because it was all just a dream. Right?

Format: mp4
Duration: 33:01
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4827kbps
Audio: 120kbps