The old man told me he doesn't trust OT. The shoots are getting shorter. The bondage seems lame and OT doesn't seem to be taking the time to build anything interesting anymore. That's why he hired me. My job was to visit the west coast studio and investigate. PD never told me that most of the cool gear was at the farm out of OT's hands. He never mentioned the size of the studio or that there was no real workshop. OT sure showed me though. Once my tour of the facility was done OT helped me see just how inventive he was. With what little he had in the studio he was able to get me completely helpless with no trouble at all. My beautiful blond hair was one of my favorite features. Without it I feel naked. OT took it all from me leaving me a buzzed girl.
Genres: Alt Model, Big Breasts, Big Dick, Big Tits, Breath Play, Choking, Cock Sucking, Drool, Extreme Rough Sex, Face Fucking, Gagging, Leather Straps, MILF, Milf Bondage, Orgasm, Rough fucking, Rough Sex, Super Deep Throat
Video language: English
Who is the hottest and best performing ALT girl in porn right now? It's Lily Lane, by a far margin. This girl knows how to let go and enjoy a moment, most porn girls could learn a thing or two from her! Bound onto our custom spanking bench, Lily is about to get destroyed by cock. She is going to have her throat fucked deep and deeper, the best breathplay on the planet, while getting pussy fucked from behind while she cums uncontrollably over and over. It takes minutes for Lily to be blasted deep into subspace. We pull the deep deep spit from her throat and use it as lube for her tight pussy. In the end Lily is barely conscious, her eyes are vacant, and drool is still just falling from her blasted mouth hole. We love making sluts stupid!
Young brunette with naked tits, with naked shaved pussy and with beautiful body plus man in black pants. Her tied up with chains - hands and legs on the floor. Gag in her mouth. He spanks her naked ass. Professional bondage, domination, torment and hogtie for a horny model with sexy body in the large house.
Leep 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.
Beautiful Sigourney Beaver is eager to experience some bondage. She gets tied up and surprised by Jason Steel, who'll fuck her hard and cum in her mouth.
The great outdoors offer so many fun, recreational activities. Will we go camping today? Or maybe play a ball game? Nah. It's the perfect weather for tormenting our pig, London River.
Rain DeGrey has barely been able to sleep tonight. She spent the evening unfulfilled on her couch, next to the useless lump she calls a husband. Her book was even less entertaining than her spouse, and she went to bed angry.
Her dreams have been erratic. Every time she drifts off she is in a new setting, with a new tormentor, but some things never change. She is always being abused, hurt for the sexual gratification of others. They tie her down, lock her in metal devices, beat her, fuck her, and fill her holes with other odd implements. A pussy hook, a fucking machine, a dozen different gags, Rain can't even keep track of the things that have been inside of her. As the dream moves from one phase to the next she finds herself in different positions, but she never knows how she got there.