HardTied - Insex - Tyler File pt.3 - 2022
BDSM - HardTied - Insex - Tyler File pt.3 - 2022, added Sat, 22 Apr 2023 19:30:42 +0300
Release Year: 2022
Studio: HardTied
When I jump up from bed, the sky is pitch-black. My body is covered with sweat, but I'm shivering. The nightmare was almost real. I can remember it in flashes. The lightning in a thunderstorm can reveal everything for a moment. Then it's back to darkness. I see a home in a town I've never been to before. I see a man in black grinning evilly while he tapes up my underwear, throws me on the floor and pulls it off. Tyler, my friend, is in the bath tub wailing and convulsing. Her mouth is taped up and her shirt has been placed over her head. It's impossible for me to help. I can't even help myself. I imagine myself alone, strapped down to a table of cards, trembling with fear. He is above. Smoking. Watching. Trying to decide what you will do next, and what tortures await. When he gets close, the heat from his cigarette warms my skin. I want to feel the burn. He touched it to my breasts. First softly, then more firmly, until red dots appear around my nipples. He drags the clet slowly across my stomach, and then presses it into my clit. I scream and moan in. I'm staking out, arms and legs wide open and my back arched on a thick round log. Closed eyes, motionless body and soaked in oil. I'm a lifeless mass of flesh that is drenched in oil, unable to fight and exhausted. There's also a cabin in the woods with the same man and his same grin. He stripped us down, and led us into the woods like two dogs on a leather leash. He holds our legs open with branches, and then smirks at the silly waddling we do. The splintery, hard dildo pushed deep into my pussy pokes, prodding with each step. He chains us to a branch and leaves us naked, vulnerable and restrained. We are only able to communicate through desperate eyes and muffled moans. We struggle to get out of the cage at the same time. I remember trees. They are two trees facing each other. We are bound together to share in their suffering. Our cries, mingled with the wooden gags in our mouths, create one scream of anguish. I watch Tyler writhe beneath the ropes and rub her delicate skin on the rough, scratchy bark. I can see the desperation in her eyes. She is in a bind. So am I. He hits her with a thin branch until tits, thighs and legs are covered in red lashes. I cringe with each stroke, and look down at my sensitive breasts that have been made purple by the leather covering them. Soon enough, my time will arrive. Last thing I remember: He was grumbling at me and throwing me in a hole. He said, "You've got to bury the proof." He covered me with dirt, piled up tight to my neck. He buries Tyler's head and secures her legs with wooden stakes. He unzips his pants, sprays pee on both of us, and places a ring-gag in my mouth. He then walks away and abandons us. This image is all I can remember. The decapitated head of our captor and the disembodied body are baptized in his piss. Even the mere thought of it sends shivers down my spine. But I'm safe at home. There is no black man. It was just a nightmare. Right?
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Format: mp4
Duration: 1:13:11
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 4782kbps
Audio: 105kbps
File size: 2.6 GB
