Insex tyler file part 2

Apr 272025

Release Year: 2022

The sky is pitch black when I shoot up in bed. My skin is covered in sweat but I am shivering and cold. The nightmare was so vivid, almost actual. 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 dwelling in a small township I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as this chub throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My companion tyler is in the bathtub bawling and convulsing with throat taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to aid her. I can’t even help myself. I watch myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Bloke stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do now, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when guy nears. My flesh is ravenous to feel its burn. Buddy touches it down to my breasts. Softly at 1st, then stronger, so that red dotted rings appear around my nipps. Then fellow drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it firmly into my clit. I shriek and groan in . I am staked out with arms and legs widen 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 flesh, an ornament for his lawn. Then there’s a cabin surrounded by woods and this same man with that same grin. Dude strips us down and leads us into the wilderness like 2 on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and guy looks back to smirk at our absurd waddling walk. The serious, splintery dildo shoved deep into my vulva pushes and prods with any step, searching for a supersensitive spot. Gink tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, bared, wide-open, and tied. Merely able to communicate with despairing eyes and muffled shouts. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. Two of them, facing each other. And we are fixed to them, to share our suffering. Mouths stuffed with wooden gags, our screams mingle to create a single, hurting tune. I see tyler writhe under the cords, rubbing her touchy body against the tough, scratchy bark. I see the despair in her eyes. Babe is trapped. And so am I. Bloke strikes her with a thin tree branch ’till tits and thighs are covered with red lashes. I cringe at the sound of any stroke and glance down at my own hypersensitive breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around them. My time will come soon sufficient. The last thing I recall: lad is grumbling and tossing me into a apperture. "Gotta bury the evidence," I think that guy said. That chub covers me in dirt packed tightly up to my neck. Bloke brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my kisser, guy unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then fellow 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. Right?

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