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She’s secured to the ground doggie-stye. Bilboes hold her elbows, wrists, and neck as PD proceeds for her pockets. Her shorts loosely drapes her buttocks, thrust up by the angle of her neck. Her black panties reveal dark labia and holes. PD pokes Mr. Pogo in her, with the cane to create her fuck herself. A hook in her bum is clearly debilitating. He ties to her hair, displaying her rump like a baboon, red with warmth. When she stinks Mr. Pogo, he makes her reach for it. And during it all, a constant noise of moans and yells. She stands in a somewhat triangular device. Her mind is held at the top by stocks to ensure, looking up from below, all which may be seen is a lovely female body, headless. Strapping her thighs into the sidebars, it bunches her bum cheeks, pushing them out to the whip. Gently extend her mouth, and a nose hook fills more holes. A fucking machine revs, slamming her cunt at full throttle. She’s come. He stops the machine to give her a little rest. The machine does not need rest. It can just continue fucking and fucking and fucking. |
