Cherried Rosebutt Part 1

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Just about every model who comes thru our dungeon space has inhibitions about one thing or another. At some point during their time with us, almost every single one has a moment where they are evidently only panicked or only in pain, almost 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 lashed rigidly to her ankles in a hogtie. Slowly, London undresses her, very first liquidating the high heels, then pulling her skirt up so she has access to her ass. London embarks lashing her feet and moves up her calves all the way to her thighs. The sound of the whacks as the whip makes contact with skin is remarkable, displaying just how rigid London is hitting, but equally 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 frequently that she gets a model who is so well-prepped and raring to attempt out anything she wants to do to them. She pulls a bag over Blossom's head to make it rigid for her to sigh and wraps her facehole in an electrified tape gag. She reams Prolapse out opened up eagle on the floor, her wrists bound to the ground as far out as they can be stretched. She links binder clamps all over her body, going as far as to clip one on her tongue. Prolapse flinches now and again, but mostly she just gobbles it up. She lives to take a beating, and right now she is living life to the fullest.