Dirty Girl Part Three
She's straining, dancing on her tiptoes in the barn. Two tight balloons of flesh bauble on her chest - her breasts bound tight with leather. They're attached to a hoist. Her elbows and wrists have been bound behind her back. He shoves a bed of spikes beneath her delicate feet. Tell me how much you want to suck it, he says, meaning his cock, of course. The pain from her feet makes tears fall from her eyes. Drool runs to her chin. He lowers her to her knees so she can service him. When he's hard and huge, he sits her in his lap and she wiggles. She squirms. All for his enjoyment. She's strapped into part of a metal bondage chair, leaning forward, her head bound tight to a metal bar. Her ass juts out. He ties her nipples downward and fucks her face-hole, then fucks her cunt. As he tongues her asshole, he vibrates her. He buries his face in her cunt. After she comes, a thick string of drool and foam hang from her mouth. With her wrists and ankles locked in institutional restraints, she sits in tyler's trolley, her head locked in stocks. A tent caterpillar slowly crawls along her skin. At first it's only one worm. Then two. Before long, he's dumping a whole nest of worms on her face. A ring gag holds her mouth open. She cries, exhausted. After all, it's been four long days. It's the worms that finally push torn over the edge. You've got to hand it to her. She's one tough chick.
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