322 sage
Blood red lips, lush, lithe, and long-legged. 322 looks great throttled. She looks even better fucked. Slim and sultry, 322 appears to have perfected an in-your-face stance. The attitude doesn’t last long once rope winds around her slender neck, bringing her to her toes. She’s 23, five foot nine inches tall, and doesn’t wear underwear. It’s so much easier to apply the crotch rope that way. Once she’s bent over in strappado, her small, pert breasts droop downward, as though begging to be mauled. Her mouth is taped. She tries to act as though what he’s doing is old hat to her, but you can tell, she’s finding herself somewhere beyond her ken. He tickles her. She twists and writhes, her long body gives quite a show. Then she’s dropped on the floor and secured in a hogtie. More writhing and twisting. More tickling. 322 looks delicious in rope. From the hogtie, she progresses to a frogtie, her knees bound to her shoulders. Her pussy lips dangle, somewhat reminiscent of the shape of her body, long, slender, petal-like, fragile in appearance, draping delicately between her thighs. The ring gag all but disappears into the girl’s wide mouth. A nose hook is tied over the top of her head to her neck. Mr. Pogo takes advantage of the situation. She demonstrates her tongue and mouth technique on the dildo. Then she fucks herself on it, worming about, chasing Mr. Pogo with her hungry holes. Mr. Pogo is replaced by a new, improved, bulbous, stainless steel mechanized Mr. Pogo. The fucking starts slow, but ramps up quickly, faster and faster. Each withdrawal rubs her pussy, giving it a sensual nudge. Then a vibrator arrives on the scene. She lays so still, her brown eyes wide while she’s machine fucked. You get the sense she’s floating, watching the sky drift by.
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