Hot model in black panties, in gray pants, with big boobs plus man in black mask. Her stripped. Her tied up with chains - hands and legs on the floor. Big red ball in her mouth. Clothespins on her nipples. Professional bondage, strappado, torture and hogtie for a horny model with naked breast in the large room.
All natural and seductive is a pretty good description of Jennifer White, that and beautiful to boot. We have Jennifer back and plan on manhandling and using that sexy body of hers to the extreme. Sexually Broken is the best Bondage and consensual rough sex site in the world. Strictly, but comfortably, bound in a modified Japanese box tie, Jennifer is helpless and at our mercy. With this tie we can toss and manhandle Jennifer into any postion we want, quickly and efficiently. Standing and bent over the hard cock, Jennifer is busy with a throat full. Her perfect ass is sticking out as we deep throat fuck her at will. Jennifer is very special when it comes to her cock sucking abilities and we are going to abuse that talent. We bring Jennifer up on the bed and on to her knees, so we can better control her. We tear up Jennifers throat. Deep hard throat fucking, we hold those balls deep. We blast Jennifer into subspace from the intense face fucking. Without warning we flip Jennifer on to her back and jam the hard cock into her wet shave pussy, within seconds she cums, and cums hard. What happens next is a whirlwind of brutal sex. From pussy fucking to skull fucking, we never give Jennifer a chance to catch her breath. She is manhandled back and forth in a frenzy of orgasms and deep throat fucking, over and over, a non stop carousel of hard cock. Jennifer has that vacant look girls get when they cum so hard and so much. She is a mindless sex machine getting drilled and drilled well.
Kiki is wrapped in leather. An armbinder behind her back keeps her from doing much more than flopping about. A ball gag keeps her jaw wide and a strap keeps her legs together. Her predicament isn’t complete. He adds a strap between her arms and ankles. She’s a flexible girl. Her knees fold back and her wrists wrap around behind her. A difficult position itself. Suspended by her ankles is much worse or much better depending on perspective. Kiki seems to like it. As soon as the vibrates touches her she squirts buckets through her panties. Pain and butt stuff is what she asked for. The cane will cover the pain part. The welts show up instantly on her sexy little ass. Then comes a huge string of anal beads. She moans as one by one the balls are pushed between her cheeks.
Eden Sin loves nothing more than the feeling of a big hard dick in her mouth. She loves the feeling as it thrusts in and out, running along her tongue, poking at the back of her throat with its tip. What she loves even more is recording it so that she can watch later to work on her technique and admire her work. O.T. is just the next guy up on her list as far as she's concerned, but he's not going to have any part of that.
When she goes to unbutton his pants and get her lips around his cock, he handcuffs her wrists, instead, and locks her ankles to the floor in metal shackles. For the moment it just seems like he wants to do something a little kinkier than what she had planned, but it soon becomes clear that he has a little more in mind than that as he pushes Eden onto her back and locks her down by her neck as well. Her mouth is going to get some fucking, alright, but it's going to be on O.T.'s terms.
He straps her down, mummified, onto an inclined table with only her head, feet, and nipples revealed. He takes advantage of the nipples almost immediately, attaching clamps which he then ties down to her toes so that when she squirms, and she will squirm, her tits are tugged at. Then he takes a huge black dildo and starts to shove it into Eden's mouth. He pounds it in and out until the girl is covered in her own drool. This is a lesson in dick sucking she won't soon forget.
London River, romantic gestures are the most painful ones. However, the most romantic gestures are painful to both the giver and her. When OT punches her gorgeous body hanging on the net, it almost cuts his hand. It is important enough for him to do what he continues despite his suffering. Sharing some milk and cookies is certainly sweet. London and OT are doing something different. Milk is drained from her rectal cavity and cookies are discarded through the speculum. OT and London both participate in bat cookies. There is usually no temperature control in London. She has never done it because of her medical condition, but we devised a safer way for her. Heat the copper rod to 120-140 degrees Fahrenheit to touch sensitive skin. This scene is absolutely hot!
Hadley Haze is frightened of being fully encased. The cage is scary in and of itself so we start off with that. It's a tight fit and Hadley looks beautiful inside. When it's flipped on it's back her sexy ass is exposed. Perfect for some light shocks and pokes. Out of the cage it's time to get more serious about full body encasement. The vet wrap starts at her feet and slowly makes its way up her body. Her head and her tits are still exposed. Then more wrap is applied to her breasts to make them pop. After teasing her, for what seems to be an eternity, she has a mind blowing, squirting orgasm. Then she's put back in the cage, but this time she's outside and it's snowing. Her breath is visible emanating from her mouth.
Amaris is a gorgeous, fun blondie who loves exploring new territories. This time, she's ready to do her first anal scene in Barcelona... but there's a twist! It's a super hardcore one! Tattooed beefcake Emilio Ardana is ready to drill deep into her juicy booty and stick his big dick down her throat. Amaris gets a taste of what rough really means... and she loves every second of it!
They are mostly fixed camera shots with no zoom or panning or handheld shots as it seems to be a one-man operation, but he has good camera placement and frankly, there is no need to be artsy – make the bondage good, make the recording of it accessible to viewers.
Sleep is fitful and only possible after the exhaustion of constant shifting around and adjusting the stones that are my bed. It feels like my body has been covered in blows - the rocks are bruising me. Its getting colder. The sun is lower; It beams through a window and illuminates the details of what hovers above me. I am one of those web bound carcasses. As it darkens, the chirps and squishes begin -- shadowy flutters of darting fantoms swirl above me. They seem to be attracted by my presence -- often diving at me and bombing me with their droppings.
The smell grows fouler by the day; my toilet is my bed. In the beginning he would come and stand over me; staring, pissing, playing with himself. Today, when he brought me the slop, he was wearing a gas mask.
The everyday chores of the grounds are much more interesting as I allow my mind to wander to that creature entombed in my barn. It is less distracting of late because of the stink, and I now must face the task of cleaning it. I have prepared a platform based on the designs I have seen at the county fair; A grooming table that holds her wrist and ankles so she is on all fours.
For days I have been content with just knowing that it was stored there. To compensate and motivate the chore of cleaning it, I want to take it to another level. I am going to bifurcate her -- two for one. At the head I will have her do makeup. The cock sucking will have a classier feel. At the tail, a machine will soften and swell her gash for my cock.
Something is up; he’s standing over me holding the black head bag and that terrible pole that locks around my neck. He orders me to role over onto my stomach -- I know this drill, so I put my hands behind my back immediately. (Reaching through the grate he locks the shackles together.) He slides the bag on my head, yanks the chain tight and locks it.
I hear the muffled sound of the grate on the concrete. He yanks me out of the hole by my neck. The concrete scraps my skin as I struggle to gain my footing. This is the worst -- he pushes me forward by that pole. It is a stifling fright -- I cannot see where I am stepping. He seems to delight in letting me trip or briskly walking me into obstacles.
I’m now on all fours locked at the wrist and ankles. It must be a table or platform of some kind. He pulls the hood off my head -- the purpose of this position is suddenly clear. A bucket of soapy water and a hose are lying on the floor. Im sure he will make what is to come as horrible as possible. I can’t help but sigh with great relief as this vile stench is about to be washed from me.