Molly and the Anvil

Mar 162024

Release Year: 2022
Cast: Molly (aka Molly Matthews, Emily Marilyn)
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Dildo, Suspension, Torture
Video language: English

Okay, so I been watching her at night, watching the gold light of her window streaming into darkness, and the shadows that crawl along the roofline. But babe was the 1 this come on to me, all prettified in that short little dress showing her tits round and pointy and hard, the twitch of this saucy ass leaving a trail of vulva so thick, a man acquires lost in a fog, can’t keep his mind where it belongs. Doll was the devil dressed like a streetwalker. Lady might of looked like the girl next door, but maiden weren’t nothing but a slag. And last night, maiden stood smack in front of the window, lifting her slip over her head. Her fingers, those worthy, tender stems, unhooked her bra. The straps slid down slow, like a dream u been guzzling and just like that, you’re falling down , you’re blind with how u can see her in your head, her cunt, her warm vagina, nipps, silhouette of the moon. Girl plays with her paps, her breasts white, half-shadowed. Her body writhes. That girl’s fire in the face hole, a coupled glug of white lightening banging like a jack hammer on the back of your skull. Seduction. U got to it, got to put it away somewhere’s so it don’t get u. Watch, I’m a God‹fearing man. So it had to be done. And like I said, doll come on to me. Gal stood unclothed, pressing her tits and cunny right against this window, and I saw her like a steam, like a mist flowing out into the night. And her eyes bound on mine, those dark devil eyes. I got her in the truck easy. Whore’s are like that, thinking they got a man all weak-kneed and crazy for what they got between the legs, this slick apperture, this creamy gash that sucks a man in and don’t let go. Woman thought hottie was working me. I vibrated cause I saw aged man Satan a-staring out at me from those eyes so youthful and brown and round and wet. My hand shook when I lit her cigarette. But gal was cold, like a sheet of ice, frozen, cold- like a snake. "What’s this for?" woman asked, seeing the wood palette, the rope, the plastic wrap. "Delivery," I said, slowing the truck down. I was driving the back verge of the coal yards. Nobody around. Lady didn’t blink. Not once. Reached over and unzipped me without so much of a please and thank u. Female grabbed my cock. Satan had a-hold of me, acquiring me utmost and thick and pounding up into my eyes. I inserted her down. I fastened her constricting, her elbows near touching in back. Cutie made a little chirpy audio or 2, but I stuffed her oral cavity. I covered these eyes fast. Satan will catch u in a spell quicker than u can blink. And I got to grabbing her tits and soft ass. Girl wiggled, squirmed. Female was like peaches and plums, like u could sink in your teeth and juice would drip down your chin. Her flesh was silk, like nothing I ever touched formerly, like something so priceless you can’t help but fill your hands, squash and squeeze, fondle. I tucked her into a ball and wrapped her tight to the palette. I drove over to the garage. By this time girl was making a awful fuss. Sweet little streetwalker, I said, whispery and soft while I pricked her nipples with the tip of my knife. Devil girl. Pussy. My knife was searching for the devil, drawn like a magnet to her dark, humid cunt, scent of girl, smoky-sweet, salty, blunt. I got her on her feet and wired her, widen over the anvil. When the devil’s in a girl, u got to use special tools, metal, wire, hot shavings from the grinder. You got to tape her mouth and eyes, tape her vulva shut. U get her dancing, impaled on the handle of a poke broom. Chick cried. Yes lady did. Because I was doing my best to help that poor girl, using wire and iron to drive the devil out. I whipped her with wire. I beat her breasts red, her cunny pink and striped, her round soft, ass marked with hot bright lines. I whipped her severe enough to thrash the devil back. Tonight her window is dark. I watch shadows crawl along the roofline. I think of her strapped and locked in a glass case in the lower room. That’s where chick belongs. I take other hit of white lightening. It’s a fire in my throat and eyes. But she’s a mist, a bleached fog this passes through my mind. Even immediately, I hear her cries. Conquest spanks my temples like a gong, the bleary longing of my mind. And the empty sky, deep low bawl of the devil, rumbling night, dark blackened sky.

Format: mp4
Duration: 35:08
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4793kbps
Audio: 98kbps