Mud - Melody
BDSM - Mud - Melody, added Fri, 20 Dec 2019 00:10:28 +0200
Melody with her flawless pale skin is locked in the back of a car, her wrists and ankles cuffed. When the car stops, she's yanked out and hauled down to a storm cellar. She disappears into shadow.
Her wrists are cuffed behind a pole. She gradually sinks to the floor, sitting on cold concrete. He manhandles her bit, merely to let her know who's boss. Then he kneels over her, his crotch in her face. He vibrates her till she comes. It is a method of possessing everything, her enjoyment.
He leaves her. She settles in to the night. Cold concrete flooring, implacable steel around her wrists and ankles. Like part of a long past dream, her toenails are painted reddish.
It is a nightmare, indeed. She awakens lying in a puddle of her stink. He dumps a heap of grain onto the floor. She investigates. He drops a pail of water close to her head. Then it is time to get just a little breathplay by means of dildo deep inside her throat. He makes her come again, writhing and screaming. From relief? From fear? If he leaves her time, she can not lie down, only sit and wait patiently. He wants her to return to his bed voluntarily. However she won't. A stim locked within her. Move those stones on the market, he states. She clatters because she walks. He's wearing a jacket in the chilly air. She is naked. Then he requests her to lie face down in the muck. What choice does she have? Obviously it is shameful. Maybe if she agreed to sleep in his bed, it'd finish.
Surely there's a point at which she'll break. We have to presume that she really will.
Obviously.
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Format: real
Duration: 37:04
Video: 852x480, RV40
Audio: 94kbps
File size: 134.2 MB
