Cherried Mini-rosebud Part 1 (15 Feb 2017)

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Just about every model who comes through our dungeon has inhibitions about one thing or another. At some point during their time with us, nearly every single one has a moment where they are apparently only scared or only in pain, nearly like they don't want to be doing what they're doing anymore. Blossom, however, never for one 2nd has that moment. She enjoys every single bit of the work she does and you can read it plainly on her face. At first, London Sea has her bound up, face down on the floor, her wrists caned rigidly to her ankles in a hogtie. Slowly, London undresses her, first-ever eliminating the high heels, then pulling her miniskirt up so she has access to her ass. London begins flogging her soles and moves up her calves all the way to her thighs. The sound of the whacks as the flog makes contact with flesh is remarkable, showing just how firm London is hitting, but identically phenomenal is the sound of Blossom's laughter as she is beaten. She looks like she is having the time of her life. London has a sphere day with her, since it isn't so oftentimes that she gets a model who is so well-prepped and raring to try out anything she wants to do to them. She pulls a bag over Blossom's head to make it firm for her to sigh and wraps her facehole in an electrical gauze gag. She reams Prolapse out spread eagle on the floor, her wrists bound to the ground as far out as they can be stretched. She affixes binder forceps all over her body, going as far as to tweak one on her tongue. Prolapse flinches now and again, but mostly she just tongues it up. She lives to take a beating, and right now she is living life to the fullest.