Tyler Tied Orgasm file pt.1 insex

Apr 012025

Release Year: 2022

The horizon is sound black when I shoot up in bed. My body is overspread in breath but I am crying and cold. The problem was so vivid, almost correct. It comes up to me in lights. Like in a cyclone, how the whitening reveals anything for a short time. And then all is black afterwards. I watch a property in a small town I don’t understand. A man in black smiled sinisterly as man throws me to the ground, films me up, and yankee my underwear out. My crony peter is in the shower screaming and gasping with mouth opening taped and clothing over her head. There is nothing I can do to support her. I didn’t even support myself. I see myself only, belted down to a passport tables, trembling in fear. Dude stands below. Tobacco. Viewing. Deciding what to do quickly, what the next torture may get. The warmth of his cigar warms me when friend nears. My body is hungry to experience its burn. Bloke details it down to my chest. Slowly at first, then stronger, but this reddish dotted bands appear around my nips. Then friend drags it gradually down across my belly and machines it firmly into my lips. I scream and sigh in joy. I am staked out with arms and legs widen large and up arched over a solid, square logs. Eye closed, flesh still and drenched with fuel. Tired and unable to fight, I am little but a dead, sticky mass of figure, an ornament for his lawn. Finally there’s a house enclosed by trees and that same person with that same smiles. Buddy pieces us over and leads us into the forest like two puppies on a single leather collar. Our feet are held open with trees and other looks up to laugh at our absurd walking move. The major, text dildo stuck in heavy into my mouth drives and prods with any action, searching for a susceptive area. Dude tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, displayed, helpless, and bound. Merely able to communicate with despairing eyes and muffled shouts. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. Two of them, facing any another. And we are tied to them, forced to share our suffering. Kissers stuffed with wooden gags, our groans mingle to create a single, painful tune. I watch tyler writhe beneath the cords, rubbing her hypersensitive skin against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. Gal is trapped. And so am I. Gink strikes her with a thin tree branch until tits and thighs are covered with red lashes. I cringe at the soundtrack of each stroke and glance down at my own susceptive breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come soon sufficient. The last thing I recall: chap is grumbling and tossing me into a apperture. “Gotta bury the evidence”, I think guy said. Boy covers me in dirt packed vigorously up to my neck. That guy brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my throat, guy unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then boy walks away, abandoning us. I am left with this picture in my mind. A disembodied head and a decapitated skin 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 dream.

Format: mp4
Duration: 33:01
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4827kbps
Audio: 120kbps