Maggie Mead in Infernalrestraints Piss Breath November 02, 2012 Hood, Electrical Play

Maggie advised PD to do anything came to mind. If she’d known what kind of thoughts she was coping with she would never have used these words. The last thing she sees ahead of PD sets the hood on her face will be him attaching one half of a electrical current for her feet. The circuit has been finished shortly afterwards, while she cries in the dark, with a metallic wand that he can run around her entire body.

The chair he has her bound to is not only for decoration. The entire thing serves to make her pockets as straightforward as possible. When he wishes to fuck her encounter he just leans the top forward under her mouth remains down in cock amount. If he wishes to pound her cunt he leans her back to push her pussy forward. When it’s time for your own fucking system to have a turn that he spins on the wheel again to give it a much better angle.

Another devious devices PD applications are too fucked up to mention. The milking machine, for one, has her nipples all bent out of shape. The gas mask has her gasping for fresh air and just creating a foul stench that PD supplied.

The next time Maggie and PD get together she could be more cautious about the terms of their experience, but, judging by how much she loved what he did for her this time, I doubt.

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