Release Year: 2013
Studio: Insex Archives
Genres: bondage bdsm torture rough pd enema 912 insexarchives
My dreams curdle the night, the fierce, wet November night. Outside, the rustle of corn in the fields, silage of dreams, of a man¹s want. And inside, my boner poking up against the sheet. Lightening far off, breaking out the night. The whispering of the dwelling, conversations of ghosts. And the howls. That pack of dogs is come sniffing around the barn again. They at all times know when I got me another cutie.
I got me two of them a couple days ago, their vulvas ripe and glittery-wet like jewels, teats as stern and fierce as nuggets, cold adequate to ripple the flesh. November¹s got a chill around these scenes. When a hottie shivers it bones me up butterball and harsh, strong adequate to squirt.
Ripe pussy. Oh yes. You got to ripen a bush. You don¹t pick a peach from the vine until it¹s bursting, till it¹s just awesome, teenage and hypersensitive and wide-eyed, with silky jubblies and smooth white buttocks and oh those cold, constricting melons that are sufficient to make you piss your pants. You grab that piece of pom-pom when she¹s not looking, and stuff her mouth, and tape a plastic bag over her head. Then you bind her arms and legs so constricting that bush can¹t wiggle a toe or twitch a finger. You make her hurt with rope.
Then you got to improve the flavor. You got to hang that cunny in the barn a day or two, let the cords do their work. You bind your new pom-pom spread-eagle wide and constricting, then cane her butt and those bulbous pale drupes, those bush milkers. You beat and slap. You soften that cunny up.
Yep. That first night when I was lying here in bed, I could hear them both a-sobbing and crying. That brought the dogs nosing the barn door, whining and clawing the padlock, scaring them two hotties adequate to make them cream, was my guess. I left the two of them up in the hay mow, one tied down on her back to a corn crib, the one more dangling above so¹s she¹d piss the face of that younger brat. Oh she was a fighter, that one. But I wrung it out of her.
Yesterday a cold wind was running down through the west field. I tossed that cunt in the bucket of my tractor and drove her out to the rocks. I strapped her legs spread wide, and then screwed a brank into that sassy kisser. When the dogs found her, I bet they had a revel sniffing and licking and nipping at her all night long. I like the thought of them dogs sticking their wet snouts in her fancy maiden crotch and humping her any which way.
That works like a charm. After a night of that, any piece of asshole will do precisely as I want. I had already made those two pom-poms suck each other¹s rose. I hung one upside down against the another. I made them suck right, ’till both their faces was creamy and sticky and smelled like pussy.
I moved them around in the dark tonight. Dangled the one head down from the blade of my backhoe. Transporting of vulva is easy if you got yourself a decent tractor.
Why do I do it? Cause its lots of fun. Besides, it accepts me severe, so uttermost my python cracks a cunny like I¹m a butcher and splitting a side of beef right smack down the middle.
Lying in bed and thinking about what I¹ve been doing to them makes me even stronger. I reach down beside the bed and jerk on a chain. Her head pops up, the one that had such a sassy muzzle before. I still got her wrists and ankles strapped so that she¹s no trouble. There¹s nothing worse than a troublesome piece of peach. But she knows what to do now. I throw the quilt off my rock serious cock. Ah. Perfect, warm damsel oral cavity on my gigantic pecker, the flicking of her tongue over the stiff head, her lips sliding up and down. She¹s got a fine muzzle, this one, wide and deep adequate for everything I got.
She¹s getting there. One more night bound out to that rock and by god, she¹ll fall all over herself to do anything I want. I¹ll stuff my complete penis in her kisser and tell her to work that mouth and tongue like a great peach is fantasized to work. I¹ll make her sleep with my bollocks in her oral cavity. And when I¹m eating, I¹ll have her kneel under the table and hold my python in her muzzle just to keep it warm and harsh.
Ahh. Gal muzzle and the severe, wet night. Distant thunder. And when I come, bright lights, whispers in the walls and floors. Fine ripe peach. Soft vagina. Uncut silage rustling in the fields, silage of dream. Wet female kisser, slick tongue, damp pom-pom in readiness and waiting.
Format: actual
Duration: 43:14
Video: 320×240, RV30
Audio: 43kbps
File size: 70.3 MB