Secret Tyler Files

Jun 132024

Release Year: 2024
Cast: Tyler (aka Tyler Scot), 411
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Dildo, Outdoorsy, Pissing, Ring Gag
Video language: English

The sky is pitch black when I shoot up in bed. My flesh is covered in sweat but I am shivering and cold. The nightmare was so vivid, almost real. It comes back to me in flashes. Like in a storm, how the lightening reveals everything for a brief moment. And then all is dark other time. I see a dwelling in a small city I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as lad throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My companion tyler is in the bathtub moaning and convulsing with muzzle taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to help her. I can’t even assist myself. I watch myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Fellow stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do immediately, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when lad nears. My skin is starving to feel its burn. Guy touches it down to my breasts. Softly at first, then harder, so this red dotted rings appear around my paps. Then lad drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it forcefully into my clit. I moan and shriek in ecstasy. I am staked out with arms and legs spread wide and back arched over a thick, round log. Eyes closed, body motionless and drenched with oil. Exhausted and unable to struggle, I am nothing but a lifeless, slimy mass of body, an ornament for his lawn. Then there’s a cabin enclosed by woods and that same man with this same grin. Lad strips us down and leads us into the wilderness like 2 dogs on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and that guy looks back to smirk at our absurd waddling walk. The severe, splintery dildo stuck in deep into my pussy pushes and prods with each step, searching for a touchy spot. This chub tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, demonstrated, wide-open, and tied. Just only able to communicate with desperate eyes and muffled cries. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. Two of them, facing every another. And we are fastened to them, compeled to share our suffering. Mouths stuffed with wooden gags, our weeps mingle to create a single, grievous tune. I see tyler writhe under the cords, rubbing her sensitive body against the tough, scratchy bark.