Tyler Scot, Tied And Tortured 411 - Tyler File 3

Aug 232023

Cast: Tyler Scot, 411
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Dildo, Out of doors, Suspension, Fire, Caning, Vibrator, Tits Torture

When I get out of bed, the horizon is completely dark. I’m cold and shivering, but my body is covered in sweat. The problem wasn’t very true because it was so brilliant. It flashes up to me. How the lightning briefly reveals all, much like in a storm. Therefore everything goes back to being black. I keep an eye on a house in an unfamiliar little capital. I’m thrown to the ground, taped up, and have my underwear yanked off by a man in black who is grinning cruel. With her face opening taped and her clothing covering her head, my companion Tyler is writhing and convulsing in the shower. I am powerless to assist her. Perhaps I am unable to help myself. I picture myself by myself, hunched over a card stand, shaking with dread. Standing below is Chap. Nicotine. keeping an eye on. considering what to do right away and the upcoming abuse. When the guy gets close, the steam from his cigar warms me. To think its fire, my body is famished. My chest are touched by a person. First gently, therefore more forcefully, causing red studded rings to form around my nipples. Buddy next anxiously presses it into my lips after slowly dragging it across my belly. In joy, I shout nonstop. Over a large, square log, I am staked out with my hands, arms, and up arched. eyes closed, oil-soaked body that was immobile. I am nothing more than a dead, sticky size of skin, an adornment for his lawn, worn out and powerless to fight. Then comes this same person with the same smile and a cabin surrounded by trees. Like two puppies on a single set 3, Gink strips us down and guides us into the forest. The boy looks back and smirks at our absurd waddling walk while holding our legs available with branches. With each stage, the powerful, jagged dildo pushed and prodded deeply into my cunt in an effort to find a hypersensitive area. We are chained, helpless, and exposed after this man ties us to a branch. just using frightened expressions and muffled yells to communicate. Together, we strain to completely ourselves. Plants come to mind. They were approaching each other, two of them. We are obligated to discuss our anguish and are strapped to them. Our sobs combine with mouths full of wooden jokes to form a single, distressed song. I observe Tyler writhing beneath the strings as she rubs the rough, itchy bark with her overly sensitive body. Her eyes are filled with desperation. Hottie can’t get out. I’m the same way. Guy strikes her until dark eyelashes cover her knees and nipples with a slender tree limb. Any accident makes me cringe, and I look down at my own vulnerable breasts, which the leather around them has turned purple and thick. Soon enough, I’ll have sufficient period. Gin is complaining and throwing me into a tunnel, which is the last thing I remember. I believe the man said, “Gotta destroy the information.” Buddy wraps me in a thick layer of dirt. Tyler is brought out, her mind is buried, and wooden stakes are used to secure her feet. The man unzips his trousers and relieves himself after stuffing a band gag down my throat, dousing both of us in poop. Finally the man leaves, leaving us behind. This image is all that is left in my head. A mutilated body and a detached mind were baptized with our captor’s poop. I get chills really thinking about it. But at house, I’m secure. There isn’t a man in black either. because everything was only a fantasy. Appropriate?

Format: mp4
Duration: 1:13:11
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4782kbps
Audio: 105kbps