That's what her smile would say to him. Her bright smile - along with the wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, nearly naked young body and exposed perky breasts. She didn't want him to have any doubt. Rubbing her hands over her own body would make sure of that!
She will confess to me...I like to make them confess...and Molly is as guilty as the rest...a hot little slut who loves to tease, but enjoys being used in extreme ways...Enjoy a long, relaxing and kinky weekend.
I never should have agreed to go to the music festival. I never should have trusted my so called friends. Abandoned with no phone, no money, and no idea where I was I was at the mercy of strangers. That was the only reason I agreed to go home with OT. He seemed nice enough and he offered me water and a place to hang out. He told me he was a photographer. He said he just wanted to take a couple pictures of my ass. It is my best feature. I thought for a moment that it might be cool, but something about the way he touched me without asking. Something about how he moaned. Apparently he didn't like that I wanted to leave. He didn't want me to go. He wanted to keep me. Now I have no choice. My body is his. He uses me how he wants. He's cruel to me. He likes to hurt me. I like it too. I'll never leave him.
Kassy is a twisted piece of shit, a whore, a cunt, a slut. Realistically, she is even lower that any of those words indicate --but most importantly, she is a masochistic bitch who simply deserves the most punishment, pain, abuse and torture imaginable. In this BrutalMaster Classic the whore's true masochism is on display. She screams, moans, groans, and cries --but she also knows she deserves everything she gets and more. Don't miss this session with Kassy, the worthless cunt.
It's in her dreams, almost every night. Playtime with her boyfriend ... beginning with her nearly naked, her young body exposed, and her panties getting soaked, quickly. The room filled with that unmistakeable scent of a very hot young woman. Her wrists and ankles cuffed. But her hands in front, not only able to massager her own body but to do the things he likes to his. And a smile. Knowing that it won't be long before that dream comes true.
"The horror and the grace", she knows that line all too well. Poetically, it describes her predicament perfectly. Her inability to remember the lines, under the stressors that Creep delights in applying, will result in much suffering. The electrified prod strapped into her cunt is a case in point. Creep dressed her for the occasion with leather mittens pulled up between her shoulder blades and locked to the choke collar stretching her neck. Of course, she is adorned in the inevitable pantyhose. He loves stretching them, like another skin, over her lower extremities. A tight corset limits her breathing and the pantyhose accentuate her long legs. She leans over a grubby kitchen table, wobbling in a pair of black high heels, reading from his iPad. She recites Percy Shelly’s “Medusa”. Deportment is strict. She must recite the lines while gazing at him. When she falters he presses the buttons on the remote sending a pulse of Faraday’s juice through her nethers to induce contractions. She must commit this poem to memory for he has promised her a session with the cane -- a stroke for every faulted line. Creep is living in a romantic horror. He is beguiled by the grace that is hidden in the character of this whore. The sexual substance of his schizoid world is to design ordeals that arouse terror in her. This is such a gripping pleasure as he studies her struggle; her expressions of suffering in the memories he collects on his tablet. Yet, his tending and obsession to this seeming pray -- has convoluted his lust. Fixated upon her, his gaze is becoming a mirror of himself.
He had bound her tightly and left her on the floor. Almost naked - wearing only her panties and a top ... unbuttoned and exposing her perky young breasts. She knew what that meant; when he returned, it was play time. And that thought made her smile. It also made her struggle, whimper .. and moan. Her panties already becoming soaked, the room quickly filling with the scent of a very aroused young woman. Yes, she was starting without him. She was sure he wouldn't mind; not too much. Because she was also sure he'd catch up when he finally returned.