Release Year: 2013
Studio: Insex Archives
Genres: bondage bdsm torture rough pd enema 912 insexarchives
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 damsel skin – a book. And her hair falling down about her throat, her painted lips and eyes, the continuous fabric of youthful body, her limbs, fingers, hair, vagina – a library.
He studies her. He scrutinizes 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 tortures, he begins.
She is determined to survive the removal of levels, the loss of body, the dissection of her outer layers. 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 chained back. Her eyes moist, like she’s a lake, an ocean, spilling out, overflowing, influenced not by him, or any gink on earth. She is under the influence of the moon.
Her vulva goes wet with wanting, the expectation of ropes. Her tits are wrapped, those insatiable nippled fruits, prepped for their ordeal. They grow livid as the seconds pass, as the pressure grows, as the burden of her skin hangs, and her purpled bust 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 body – Her. He sucks her fluids, her scent of sex and want. He drinks her. His fingers dive inside of her, manipulate titties. He splits her in two from her waist to her chin and starts a rapid excoriation of muscle and bone.
He seals her in wax, preserving her labia and clitoris, that flower which he picks for his own delight. He lies her flesh, thrown open like a coat, upon a lotus floating dreamily above the devil’s fiery lake.
Her.
Body. Lips. Melons. Scented vulva.
The minutes pass. Hours blossom and expire. By the time that he is stopped, smeared with her rapture, riveted, exhausted, he stands back.
We can’t come to a decision. Which one of the two of them has been most undone?
Original FileName: 20010711 – Cowgirl’s Live Feed January 6 (Cowgirl)
Format: real
Duration: 1:11:10
Video: 320×240, RV30
Audio: 43kbps
File size: 115.8 MB