A friend gave me his phone number weeks ago. "Call him. Just call him," she said. I’d stopped dating. It wasn’t the guys. Well, maybe a little. "Look, I’m over ‘relationships’ for the moment. I just want to be by myself for awhile. That’s all." My friend shrugged. "Call him," she said again. I was the youngest of three girls. Growing up, I’d watched my sisters and their boy friends. Clumsy kisses in the barn. Hands groping, pushed away, more groping. I had dreams, murky pictures in my head. And I’d fumbled with myself some nights, unsatisfied, my fumbling increasing my longing. Like cocks were doing now. Oh, I’d had lots of cocks the last few years, big ones, small ones.
Davo the artist sees one of his creations in real life. Lydia stretched taut and vibrant does not disappoint him with this display of bound pulchritude.
I was so turned on. I wanted him to use me more. But he surprised me with something special: a vibrator. He placed it on my clit. It was too much to handle. I couldn't control myself. He had to hold me down and gag me. I still continued jerking around and yelling as each orgasm built up for the next. He left me cum dizzy and shaking for hours.
Bustyteen finds herself at Ogre's domain for a seemingly normal Cumbots shoot. We restrained her tightly to the Sybian and then let nature take its twisted course...
20 year old blond gets locked inside our new custom built cage and fucked into submission in this BDSM and rough sex update with Carmen Caliente and Mr. Pete.
Sometimes it's too much but he doesn't care. He grabs my hips, pulls on my hair, slaps my tits, making me scream, pulling me back on his throbbing boner over and over. When my legs go numb from all the orgasms, he pushes me back down on my knees to clean my pussy juice off his cock. It tastes so good. I always beg for my Daddy's cum. If I've pleased him, he rewards me with load. I tend to get my wish.
Usually, I’m the one coming up with creative ways to bind the girls who visit. Not today. Luna had her own plans on what she wanted to happen to her. Something to the effect of "tight and inescapable". After she’s wrapped from head to toe in duct tape, I lay her on the bed to feel it out a bit. Right away, it was apparent she didn’t have a prayer in getting out herself, but why put these things to chance? With a few heavy chains crossed over her body, she’s truly stuck. As she struggles, you can almost see the smile under the tape. We’ll see if it’s still there in the morning, assuming she doesn’t escape before then.