Cora Moth was a professional contortionist. Her body has that limber strength that begs to be bound. Leather to begin with. A hood to make her scared. She breathes heavy to fill her lungs. The air in the hood is stale.
Her legs are held wide apart by her toes. Her ass and pussy are exposed; ripe for the taking. Her arms are stretched back in an extreme strappado. He cuts her panties off to expose her completely. She tries to get comfortable, but the stretch only makes her body more and more sore.
Her body is contorted to keep her ass in the air. She can''t relax it and her back is arched obscenely. The stripes mark her bare ass as the thick cane strikes again and again. Then her legs are spread wide in an impossible split. She''s completely exposed leaving nothing to the imagination.
Kiki is wrapped in leather. The armband behind her prevents her from doing much more than flying. The ball gag keeps her jaw wide and the strap keeps her legs together. Her hardship is not complete. He puts a strap between her arm and ankle. She is a flexible girl Her knees are folded back and her wrists wrap around her. The difficult position itself. The condition of being hung on her ankle is worse or much better depending on the point of view. Kiki seems to like it. As soon as the vibrator touches her, she spouts a bucket through her panties. Pain and buttocks are what she wanted. A cane covers the part of the pain. Wet appears in her sexy little butt instantly. Then comes a huge string of anal beads. She moans one by one as the ball is pushed between the cheeks.
Serving Lomp is a nightmare for Nicole. She's counting the hours remaining according to her contract. She's trying to make use of her time while Lomp is away. But one day Lomp arrives home earlier than she expected. Nicole hasn't finished school. She's going to fail in Physics but she's learned well that electricity stings on wet skin even more than on dry.
Cora Moth was a professional contortionist. Her body has that limber strength that begs to be bound. Leather to begin with. A hood to make her scared. She breathes heavy to fill her lungs. The air in the hood is stale. Her legs are held wide apart by her toes. Her ass and pussy are exposed; ripe for the taking. Her arms are stretched back in an extreme strappado. He cuts her panties off to expose her completely. She tries to get comfortable, but the stretch only makes her body more and more sore.
I love Hazel's suffering. Hazel gets it. She agrees that bondage is hilarious. Suffering is soothing. Pain is pleasure. When Hazel reaches the "oh shit" zone, she transitions from squeals to knowing laughter. It's then that she realizes her situation is fucked up. She gets the humor. The pure ridiculousness of this picture becomes clear to her: A girl in bondage hanging by her ankles with a taped up face and exposed ass and breasts. She is fucked. And she knows it. And she loves it. I like those who see the comedy. Life is hilarious. And there is no reason to not indulge in it further. Hazel knows this and lives by this. She laughs when she's hurt. She cries when she orgasms. She gets it. I choose Hazel first, because I love the way she suffers. Its not a particular action she makes, or the many sounds she sings. It's her ability to see her tied-up self clearly. Whether she yelps or growls, Hazel means what she says when she's suffering. When in bondage, Hazel can see her situation for what it is - untainted by any filter. With this clarity, she is confidant she can handle anything that comes her way. Most people can't see that, but she can. I love Hazel's suffering. I love the ways in which she suffers. All her ways. She gets it. I choose her first.
My friend Murphy said she had a job for me. I just had to sneak into this guys house and knock him out. Pretty simple, not too different from other jobs I'd done. He knew I was coming. I don't know how. Maybe Murphy set me up. First he made me knock myself out. When I came to I was strapped down to a board. He removed my clothes. He touched me in ways only my boyfriend should. When I wouldn't comply with his demands he hurt me. His torments only got worse until I agreed to be obedient. Now he only hurts me when I don't do what he says. He makes me do things... sexual things... for his pleasure... I'm his sex slave.
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.
Genres: BDSM, Humiliation, Torture, Bondage, Spanking, Anal, Domination, Big Ass, Facial, Hardcore, All Sex
Video language: English
Today we are going to throw 2 different dicks at her and see just how she handles it. Two dicks, without mercy, never letting up, never slowing down, until India is a drooling sticky mess.
Cora Moth was a professional contortionist. Her body has that limber strength that begs to be bound. Leather to begin with. A hood to make her scared. She breathes heavy to fill her lungs. The air in the hood is stale. Her legs are held wide apart by her toes. Her ass and pussy are exposed; ripe for the taking. Her arms are stretched back in an extreme strappado. He cuts her panties off to expose her completely. She tries to get comfortable, but the stretch only makes her body more and more sore. Her body is contorted to keep her ass in the air. She can't relax it and her back is arched obscenely. The stripes mark her bare ass as the thick cane strikes again and again. Then her legs are spread wide in an impossible split. She's completely exposed leaving nothing to the imagination.