[kassyS]

It is night. A flashlight beam moves along the ground. A barn door slips open. Then the beam glides over floor planks. Out by the pond, the peepers cry. The beam of light flashes upon a hotty hanging in a cage in the darksome. She supplicates to be let out. The flashlight shows a gleam of soaked animal play her vagina. He pokes the tines of a pitchfork into her soft a-hole and the delicate soles of her feet, then lowers her, settling her muff onto the control of the pitchfork propped on the floor. He fingers her twat. She breathlessly asks for assent, then comes, very soft and sultry. Not lengthy after, that babe implores him to stop. Moths circle the angel hanging in the cage with a pitchfork up her fur pie. The room goes dark. The barn door slips shut. She groans and shivers in the black.

Her wrists manacled behind a post, her neck is chained too and manacled to her wrists. It is day. A saw whines in the background. Equipment is brought in and dropped nearby. Hammering, Voices. One of her ankles is chained to a crossbeam. Time passes. She sits, tired. Her muff is pale pink. He plays with her. She’s willing. Her eyes and face hole go soft with wish. Her fur pie grows greater quantity deeply colored, and her clitoris is heavy.

She’s manacled in a hog tie, lying face down in the hay. As machines run in the background, this chab fingers her once more.

Wrists and ankles locked in metal stocks, she’s on her knees in the hay, her wazoo in the air, her face shoved against the floor. A freshly circumcised leafy switch-hitter plays with her love tunnel. Then this babe is whipped. She execrates it, but tells him this babe desires to learn to take a rod for him.

Arms tied behind, her milk shakes tightly tied, and her knees fastened to her shoulders, she’s been rolled onto her back in the hay. In the waning light, her shadowed muff goes juicy as this chab fingers her. Her face hole is stuffed and taped absolutely shut. Her whoppers are purple. The switch-hitter whips animal training her feet and wazoo. It pokes her delicate inward sole and her teat. Her vagina gleams as his finger slides back and forth over her love button. She comes. He keeps touching her, tormenting her fur pie as this guy holds her nose closed until that babe fights for air. After this chab tires of her, this chab leaves. Night is falling. She struggles to sit up, lost in a raunchy haze.


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