Jodi doesn’t live up to princess’s desire and has to be sprayed down with a hose, shaved, dirty mouth cleaned and decorated with wax. See the rest this way!
More from Public Disgrace.
The fear in a slut’s eyes is beautiful…and usually warranted. Especially when her tits are throbbing and she’s having to fight for every breath. Her only hope is that her master will have pity on her…and she knows she deserves none.
Ride the frozen pony.
As an added bonus…as the ice melts, the pressure increases on her arms and neck to support her.
Leave her long enough, and she’ll have the severe pain of a frostbitten pussy, a strict strappado…and choking by her collar, struggling to draw a breath or swallow.
(For the record…I would leave her long enough.)
Of course, you could just cut out the middleman…no strappado, no pussy ride…just two choices. Deal with the intense pain of your feet freezing with no relief until the ice melts far enough that only your neck is supporting you, or kick the ice away and swing by your neck while you desperately hope he wants to torment you more and won’t just leave you there.
Judging by the purple color of her face, this one appears to be well into technique one.
Obviamente, a corda é curta o suficiente para apenas uma das duas respirar.
Você começa segurando ambas debaixo d’água por 30 segundos. Então, você libera um. Depois de quinze segundos, solte o outro.
A melhor parte? Não importa se elas estão no topo ou não, ambos são continuamente sufocando-se (e os outros), como elas puxar a corda.
Restrained, plunged in her own darkness, the only thought that races through her mind, is when, what and how often will penetrate her cunt throughout the day.
Puta merda! Tem alguma porra enfiada no cú dela! Cacete!
Who says women can’t work in construction?
I’m edging and I almost came.
It was a little too scary for me when I thought it was actual cement, but that’s why the dumb is in my name. What is that, even? Clay?
I’m not sure what turns me on more, the gif, or the fact that someone saw this and thought to themselves, “I know exactly who this reminds me of.”
I know someone who hates to admit this is a secret fantasy of hers.