HardTied Forest Fire Torment - Tyler File pt.3

Jul 312023

Release Year: 2022
Studio: HardTied

When I get out of bed, the clouds is completely dark. Sweating is covering my entire body, but I’m also cold and crying. The problem wasn’t very true because it was so brilliant. It flashes up to me. How the lightning briefly reveals all, much like in a storm. Then everything goes back to being gloomy. I keep an eye on a house in an unfamiliar little capital. I’m thrown to the ground, taped up, and have my underpants yanked off by a man in black who is grinning cruel as he does so. With her face tunnel taped and her clothing covering her mind, my buddy Tyler is screaming and convulsing in the shower. I am powerless to help her in any way. Actually I can’t help it. I observe myself by myself as I tremble in fear while seated at a passport tables. Bloke is erect. Tobacco. keeping an eye on. choosing right away what to do and the upcoming abuse. When a person approaches, the warmth from his cigarette warms me. To experience its fire, my flesh is eating. Boy touches my chest with it. My nipples are surrounded by these reddish dotted rings, which initially appear slowly and then become harder. Then the guy anxiously presses it into my cheeks while gently dragging it across my belly. In joy, I scream and moan. Over a large, square log, I am staked out with my hands, arms, and up arched. eyes shut, oil-soaked body that was immobile. I am nothing more than a dead, sticky size of skin, an adornment for his lawn, worn out and powerless to fight. Then comes this same guy with the same smiles and a cabin surrounded by trees. Like two puppies on a single set rope, the man strips us down and leads us into the forest. That belly looks back at our foolish waddling walk while holding our legs available with trees. My vagina drives and prods with each step as the powerful, jagged vibrator digs deep into it in search of a soft spot. We are left it, strapped, naked, and undressed by the guy after he ties us to a branch. just able to communicate through muffled sighs and eager eyes. Together, we strain to completely ourselves. Plants come to mind. face each other, two of them. We are compelled to share our struggling with them because we are fixed to them. Our screams combine to form a single, harsh tune in our dental cavities filled with sturdy gags. Tyler can be seen writhing beneath the ropes and stroking the rough, itchy wood against her delicate epidermis. I observe her sight as they are dejected. Baby is confined. I’m the same way. Guy strikes her until her knees and nipples are covered in red eyelashes with a slender tree unit. Any strokes makes me shiver, and I look down at my own vulnerable breasts, which the buckskin around them has turned purple and thick. Soon much, my time will come. Man is complaining and throwing me into a tunnel, which is the last item I remember. I believe the man said, “Gotta destroy the information.” My chest is covered in dirt that my brother has anxiously packed. Tyler is brought outside by Bloke, who then buries her nose and fastens wooden stake to her feet. Man unzips his trousers and relieves himself, dousing both of us in poop after inserting a circle gag into my mouth. Finally the man leaves, leaving us behind. I still have that image in my head. Our captor’s poop was used to baptize a detached head and decapitated body. I get chills really thinking about it. But at house, I’m secure. There isn’t a man in black either. because everything was only a fantasy. Appropriate?

Format: mp4
Duration: 1:13:11
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4782kbps
Audio: 105kbps