Tyler file part 2 insexlove

The sky is pitch black when I shoot up in bed. My body 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 again. I watch a residence in a small city I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as gink throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My partner tyler is in the bathtub moaning and convulsing with face hole taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to help her. I can’t even help myself. I see myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Man stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do instantly, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when chap nears. My skin is ravenous to feel its burn. This guy touches it down to my breasts. Softly at 1st, then harder, so this red dotted rings appear around my paps. Then bloke drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it vigorously into my clit. I groan and shriek in . I am staked out with arms and legs spread wide and back arched over a thick, round log. Eyes closed, skin 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 enclosed by woods and this same man with this same grin. This guy strips us down and leads us into the wilderness like 2 on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and dude looks back to smirk at our silly waddling walk. The intense, splintery dildo inserted unfathomable into my cunny pokes and prods with every step, searching for a sensitive spot. Chap tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, exposed, powerless, and strapped. Just only able to communicate with despairing eyes and muffled bawls. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. 2 of em, facing any other. And we are fixed to em, to share our suffering. Throats stuffed with wooden gags, our screams mingle to create a single, hurting tune. I watch tyler writhe under the ropes, rubbing her supersensitive flesh against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. Hottie is trapped. And so am I. This guy strikes her with a thin tree branch until tits and thighs are overspread with red lashes. I cringe at the audio of each stroke and glance down at my own supersensitive breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around them. My time will come presently sufficient. The last thing I recall: guy is grumbling and tossing me into a cavity. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think buddy said. Gink covers me in dirt packed tensely up to my neck. Chap brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my throat, bloke unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then this guy walks away, abandoning us. I am left with that picture in my mind. A disembodied head and a decapitated flesh 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 fantasy . Right?

Format: mp4
Duration: 32:35
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4816kbps
Audio: 118kbps

File size: 1.2 GB