Tyler (aka Tyler Scott) - Private BDSM Files

Mar 172023

Release Year: 2022
Cast: Tyler Scott
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Dildo, Out of doors, Urinating, Ring Gag
Video language: English

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 true. 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 one greater amount time. I see a house in a small city I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as lad throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My comrade tyler is in the bathtub crying and convulsing with throat taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to assist her. I can’t even aid myself. I watch myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Man stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do now, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when this guy nears. My body is hungry to feel its burn. Lad touches it down to my breasts. Softly at 1st, then stronger, so that red dotted rings appear around my paps. Then dude drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it vigorously into my clit. I moan and shriek in ecstasy. I am staked out with arms and legs spread wide and back arched over a thick, round log. Eyes closed, flesh motionless and drenched with oil. Exhausted and unable to struggle, I am nothing but a lifeless, slimy mass of skin, an ornament for his lawn. Then there’s a cabin enclosed by woods and this same man with that same grin. Man strips us down and leads us into the wilderness like two dogs on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and dude looks back to smirk at our silly waddling walk. The utmost, splintery dildo shoved unfathomable into my cunny pushes and prods with any step, searching for a hypersensitive spot. Bloke tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, demonstrated, wide-open, and tied. Merely able to communicate with desperate eyes and muffled bawls. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. Two of them, facing every other. And we are fastened to em, forced to share our suffering. Throats stuffed with wooden gags, our weeps mingle to create a single, hurtful tune. I watch tyler writhe under the cords, rubbing her hypersensitive flesh against the tough, scratchy bark. I see the despair in her eyes. Chick 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 sound of any stroke and glance down at my own susceptive breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come soon adequate. The last thing I recall: gink is grumbling and tossing me into a cavity. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think that guy said. Guy covers me in dirt packed tightly up to my neck. Man brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my face hole, boy unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then dude walks away, abandoning us. I am left with this pic in my mind. A disembodied head and a decapitated body 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