Mud - Melody

Nov 172024

Melody with her fantastic pale skin is locked in the trunk of a car, her wrists and ankles cuffed. When the car stops, she’s yanked out and dragged down a storm cellar. Doll vanishes into darkness.
Her wrists are cuffed behind a pole. Chick slowly sinks to the floor, sitting on cold concrete. Bloke manhandles her a bit, just to let her know who’s boss. Then guy kneels over her, his crotch in her face. Chap fluctuates her till cutie comes. It’s a way of owning everything, even her joy.
That guy leaves her. Doll settles in for the night. Cold concrete floor, implacable steel around her wrists and ankles. Like part of a long ago fantasy , her toenails are painted red.
It’s a nightmare, in truth. Damsel wakes up lying in a puddle of her piss. This guy dumps a pile of grain on the floor. Doll eats. Lad drops a pail of water near her head. Then it’s time for a little breathplay by inflating a dildo unfathomable in her face hole. Bloke makes her come again, writhing and yelling. From relief? From dread? When lad leaves her this time, maiden can’t lie down, merely sit and wait. Lad desires her to come to his bed willingly. But woman won’t.
Metal shackles and chain. A metal gag in her kisser. A stim locked inside her. Move these stones over there, buddy says. Gal clatters as hottie walks. He’s wearing a jacket in the cold air. She’s naked. Maid slogs throughout that muck barefoot, slipping from stone to stone, limping. Then boy orders her to lie face down in the muck. What choice does doll have? Of course it’s humiliating. Maybe if woman acquiesced to sleep in his bed, it would end.
Actually there’s a point at which girl will break. We have to assume this woman will.
Of course.

Format: actual
Duration: 37:04
Video: 852×480, RV40
Audio: 94kbps