Mud - Melody

Melody with her good pale flesh is locked in the trunk of a car, her wrists and ankles cuffed. When the car finishes, she’s yanked out and dragged down a storm cellar. Babe dissolves into darkness.
Her wrists are cuffed behind a pole. Damsel slowly sinks to the floor, sitting on cold concrete. Buddy manhandles her a bit, just to let her know who’s manager. Then this chub kneels over her, his crotch in her face. Chap shiveres her until girl comes. It’s a way of owning everything, even her fun.
Fellow leaves her. Girl settles in for the night. Cold concrete floor, implacable steel around her wrists and ankles. Like part of a long ago fantasy , her toenails are painted red.
It’s a nightmare, beyond question. Doll wakes up lying in a puddle of her piss. Guy dumps a pile of grain on the floor. Lady eats. Boy drops a pail of water near her head. Then it’s time for a little breathplay by inflating a dildo deep in her muzzle. That chub makes her come again, writhing and yelling. From relief? From dread? When gink leaves her this time, lady can’t lie down, merely sit and wait. That chub wants her to come to his bed willingly. But female will not.
Metal shackles and chain. A metal gag in her throat. A stim locked inside her. Move those stones over there, dude says. Doll clatters as gal walks. He’s wearing a jacket in the cold air. She’s uncovered. Chick slogs throughout that muck barefoot, slipping from stone to stone, limping. Then man orders her to lie face down in the muck. What choice does hottie have? Of course it’s disgracing. Maybe if doll acceded to sleep in his bed, it would end.
Beyond question there’s a point at which maid will break. We have to assume this female will.
Of course.

Format: real
Duration: 37:04
Video: 852×480, RV40
Audio: 94kbps

File size: 134.2 MB