Processed - Erika Kole

Gravity plus mass plus steel equals a vicious excruciation.
As everybody at Infernal Restraints prepares for the shoot, PD preps Erika, locking her in metal and leaving her to languish. Her neck is clamped inside a collar held away from the wall by a metal arm. Her wrists, pulled up in a stressful strappado behindhand her, keep her on her toes. It’s her own burden this applies the pressure against her kisser. PD ignores her except to raise her up a small in number more inches, increasing the drag downward. It’s nothing unquestionably, a elementary matter of mathematics.
A pair of scissors snips at her tuft of vagina hair. PD shreds Erika’s T-shirt. Snip, snip goes her bra. The tip of a singletail rips at her tummy and upper body, and at that little tuft of cunt hair. Then she’s turned so this maid faces the wall. The lash targets her ass and back. And as cutie fusses, trying to pull away from the tip of the flog, her back arches. Her skin is nice-looking in profile as chick strains against the metal and gravity.
Erika’s wrists are shackled behind and restrained to a thick, scratchy cord that’s dragged throughout this her crotch (a filthy little agony) and strapped upward. Pap grips pull her tits up also. Gravity takes its toll, a sublime moment of truth, the pain of inhabiting a skin.
A new device makes its debut. Erika stands on a wooden crossbeam with her head and wrists locked in stocks. His fingers investigate her holes. Then a rod smacks her ass, thighs, and feet. Erika keeps up a ceaseless stream of shouts, like some secretive animal that shouts all night. A board slides between her thighs. Then the beam beneath her feet is removed. Immediately her burden rests there upon her cunt. Gravity wins.
Hanging in a very small cage, a dental gag holds Erika’s mouth open. Drool runs from her lips to her pussy where white cunt juice wets her hollow. The fuck gadget stands at the willing. She’s positioned and penetrated, as although it is her cunt this serves the appliance. It pounds away inside of her. And Erika’s weeps create such a clamor.
He’s done with her immediately. The mechanism is silent. The cage slides along a rail until it hangs over an awaiting box. Erika’s dropped inside, cage and all. The lid slams shut, latched, and a breathing pipe screwed in place. Erika’s uninterrupted stream of noise prolongs, greater amount distant now. Far away. A world apart.

Format: actual
Duration: 34:53
Video: 640×480, RV40
Audio: 94kbps

File size: 113.0 MB