Molly and the anvil

Release Year: 2022
Studio: InfernalRestraints

Okay, so I been watching her at night, watching the gold light of her window streaming into darkness, and the shadows that crawl along the roofline. But woman was the 1 that come on to me, all prettified in that short little dress showing her tits round and pointy and fierce, the twitch of that saucy ass leaving a trail of pussy so thick, a man gets lost in a fog, can’t keep his mind where it belongs. Maid was the devil dressed like a streetwalker. Woman might of looked like the girl next door, but cutie weren’t nothing but a bitch. And last night, female stood smack in front of the window, lifting her slide over her head. Her fingers, those priceless, thin-skinned stems, unhooked her bra. The straps slid down slow, like a fantasy you been guzzling and just like this, you’re falling down , you’re blind with how you can see her in your head, her cunt, her warm pussy, paps, silhouette of the moon. Lady plays with her nipples, her breasts white, half-shadowed. Her flesh writhes. That girl’s fire in the mouth, a paired glug of white lightening banging like a jack hammer on the back of your skull. Temptation. You got to it, got to put it away somewhere’s so it don’t get u. See, I’m a God‹fearing man. So it had to be done. And like I said, lady come on to me. Damsel stood exposed, pressing her tits and vagina right against that window, and I saw her like a steam, like a mist flowing out into the night. And her eyes fastened on mine, these dark devil eyes. I got her in the truck easy. Whore’s are like this, thinking they got a man all weak-kneed and crazy for what they got between the legs, this slick hole, that creamy gash this sucks a man in and don’t let go. Woman thought doll was working me. I shivered cause I saw aged man Satan a-staring out at me from those eyes so teenaged and brown and round and wet. My hand shook when I lit her cigarette. But gal was cold, like a sheet of ice, frozen, cold- like a snake. "What’s that for?" doll asked, seeing the wood palette, the cord, the plastic wrap. "Delivery," I said, slowing the truck down. I was driving the back verge of the coal yards. Nobody around. Maiden didn’t blink. Not once. Reached over and unzipped me without so much of a please and thank you. Damsel grabbed my cock. Satan had a-hold of me, acquiring me serious and thick and pounding up into my eyes. I stuck in her down. I chained her stern, her elbows near touching in back. Damsel made a little chirpy sound or two, but I stuffed her mouth. I overspread these eyes fast. Satan will catch you in a spell quicker than u can blink. And I got to grabbing her tits and soft ass. Chick wiggled, squirmed. Woman was like peaches and plums, like you could sink in your teeth and juice would drip down your chin. Her skin was silk, like nothing I ever touched formerly, like something so perfect u can’t aid but fill your hands, squash and squeeze, fondle. I tucked her into a ball and wrapped her stern to the palette. I drove over to the garage. By this time cutie was making a awful fuss. Sweet little streetwalker, I said, whispery and soft while I pricked her nipples with the tip of my knife. Devil girl. Cunny. My knife was searching for the devil, drawn like a magnet to her dark, humid pussy, scent of girl, smoky-sweet, salty, blunt. I got her on her feet and wired her, spread over the anvil. When the devil’s in a girl, you got to use special tools, metal, wire, appetizing shavings from the grinder. You got to tape her face hole and eyes, tape her cunt shut. You accept her dancing, impaled on the handle of a poke broom. Lady shouted. Yes damsel did. Because I was doing my best to help that poor girl, using wire and iron to drive the devil out. I whipped her with wire. I beat her breasts red, her pussy pink and striped, her round soft, ass marked with hot bright lines. I whipped her heavy enough to thrash the devil back. Tonight her window is dark. I watch shadows crawl along the roofline. I think of her fixed and locked in a glass case in the lower room. That’s where maid belongs. I take other hit of white lightening. It’s a fire in my throat and eyes. But she’s a mist, a bleached fog that passes through my mind. Even instantly, I hear her cries. Conquest spanks my temples like a gong, the bleary longing of my mind. And the empty sky, deep low groan of the devil, rumbling night, dark blackened sky.

Format: mp4
Duration: 35:08
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4793kbps
Audio: 98kbps

File size: 1.2 GB