Mystic molly pt.2 insexlove

Apr 092025

Release Year: 2022

Dressed in a conservative knee continuance skirt, matching top, and sensible high heels I awaited my fate, with gag in oral cavity and cuffed, while talking myself into the appropriate mood needed. Only at times was I aware of the movement around me as an alternative I was attempting to control the drool this was forming around the forcefully cinched string wetting the mattress and smearing my freshly made up face. I was preparing mentally for the physical strength that was going to be demanded of me. The count down. I was overwhelmed by uncertainty and nervousness. When the clock struck 10 I melted at PD’s initial touch. The 1st sensation of his hand was soft and gentle then in the matter of seconds I was gasping and choking! Struggling with the cut off air I directed to look directly into the lens of the movie cam reminding myself this people the world over were about to witness intensive power exchange and I was the object of torture! Cold scissor blades cutting off my carefully chosen outfit left me feeling defenseless and craving to be . The one leg semi suspension opened my pussy for the world to watch. I could not shy away by attempting to shut my legs since the bondage was so strict. A weakness of mine is dealing with every sort of ache inflicted on or even near my pussy but I suffered the whipping, unthought myself, but not without whimpering, of course. I have a fantasy of being objectified and when PD said "Let’s obtain some detail on this cunt" I knew I was right where I yearned to be. The bishop contraption was terrifying. impaled by an electrical fiend it was all up to my balance or else a horrible shock would jolt throughout this my flesh. It was much too much intensive for me… I became so parched from the loud shouts I uncontrollably released I ended up begging PD for water which man just spit it in my face. How disgracing I could not take the suspense when buddy came to a decision to check the shocks. Man was taking me over the edge. The foot torture device I was locked into was perfect. PD restrained every toe individually… which is yet other one of my kinks. I have never experienced flames on my soles formerly and that scared me quite a bit. If I have never essayed something I am hesitant to do it- just only because I do not know what to expect. The caning on my underarms was another sensation I have never felt. It was very hurtful but I still proudly wear the marks. I had absolutely no control. I could not move my feet at all. I was completely helpless. I was on an emotional rollercoaster. 1 moment yelling as loud as my vocal ropes admitted. The next weeping softly to myself. Then smiling from my heart. I left that night with real cane marks on my soles which I never thought was possible considering how tough the body is. Strapped to the armchair. Gasping for my right to breathe. Feeling desperation as dude controlled the tube of sweet oxygen. Having a line crossed by the gauze being inserted up my nostrils. Every 1 of those elements helped in my reaching orgasm… 3 in a row no less. I left that night flying high as a kite. Unable to sleep, tossing and turning while dreaming of bastinado, Mr. Pogo, strapped toes, and breath oversight. Wet dream after wet fantasy . PD gave me an unbelievable gift. 1 this I will never forget.

Format: mp4
Duration: 38:31
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4798kbps
Audio: 97kbps