Release Year: 2013
Studio: Insex Archives
Genres: bondage bdsm torture rough pd enema 912 insexarchives
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Her scent of sex and want…
He thinks of the Insex set as an autopsy room, where bodies are laid out, sliced, and cracked open. He thinks of the show as vivisection, as a method of discovery, every ounce of cutie skin – a book. And her hair falling down about her throat, her painted lips and eyes, the incessant fabric of youthful skin, her limbs, fingers, hair, vulva – a library.
He studies her. He exams her endurance during the first hour with metal, the next hour with wrap after wrap of rope, and for the third hour, rubber. He weighs her down, binds her body into knots, encases her, then After he is stopped with the first torturings, he starts.
She is determined to survive the removal of layers, the loss of body, the dissection of her outer levels. This is how he searches for that which he can not help but desire.
Her.
The gentle slope of her shoulders when her arms are fixed back. Her eyes moist, like she’s a lake, an ocean, spilling out, overflowing, influenced not by him, or any guy on earth. She is under the influence of the moon.
Her vulva goes wet with wanting, the expectation of ropes. Her bust are wrapped, those insatiable nippled fruits, prepped for their ordeal. They grow livid as the seconds pass, as the pressure grows, as the load of her skin hangs, and her purpled tits are wrung dry.
He is machination, hooks and pulleys, chain and cord. He is scalpels and tongs. He is forceps groping, grasping folds of body, mounded flesh – Her. He sucks her fluids, her scent of sex and want. He drinks her. His fingers dive inside of her, manipulate tits. He splits her in two from her waist to her chin and starts a Hasty excoriation of muscle and bone.
He seals her in wax, preserving her labia and clitoris, that flower which he picks for his own pleasure. He lies her flesh, thrown open like a coat, upon a lotus floating dreamily above the devil’s fiery lake.
Her.
Skin. Lips. Milkers. Scented vagina.
The minutes pass. Hours blossom and expire. By the time that he is stopped, smeared with her rapture, riveted, exhausted, he stands back.
We cannot come to a decision. Which one of the two of them has been most undone?
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