Mud – Melody

Melody with her pleasant pale flesh is locked in the trunk of a car, her wrists and ankles cuffed. When the car finishes, she’s yanked out and dragged down a storm cellar. Maid dissolves into darkness.
Her wrists are cuffed behindhand a pole. Doll slowly sinks to the floor, sitting on cold concrete. That chub manhandles her a bit, just to let her know who’s administrator. Then bloke kneels over her, his crotch in her face. This guy shiveres her till doll comes. It’s a way of owning everything, even her fun.
Dude leaves her. Maiden settles in for the night. Cold concrete floor, implacable steel around her wrists and ankles. Like part of a long ago fantasy , her toenails are painted red.
It’s a nightmare, in actuality. Maiden wakes up lying in a puddle of her piss. Fellow dumps a pile of grain on the floor. Babe eats. Buddy drops a pail of water near her head. Then it’s time for a little breathplay by inflating a dildo unfathomable in her throat. Man makes her come again, writhing and crying. From relief? From dread? When this chub leaves her this time, maiden can’t lie down, only sit and wait. Lad desires her to come to his bed willingly. But maiden will not.
Metal shackles and chain. A metal gag in her mouth. A stim locked inside her. Move these stones over there, fellow says. Maid clatters as girl walks. He’s wearing a jacket in the cold air. She’s naked. Gal slogs through muck barefoot, slipping from stone to stone, limping. Then man orders her to lie face down in the muck. What choice does damsel have? Of course it’s disgracing. Maybe if female acquiesced to sleep in his bed, it would end.
In all honesty there’s a point at which hottie will break. We have to assume that chick will.
Of course.

Format: actual
Duration: 37:04
Video: 852×480, RV40
Audio: 94kbps

File size: 134.2 MB