Elise Graves Gets Suffocated In A Clear Bag - pt1

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After cutting the grass and showering he has taken Elise down. We now find her in those green cutoffs he wished to cut a hole in and ravage her while she wore them --with that orange sweater. He luvs contrasts, particularly wonderful contrasts like this. Problem is, for Elise anyway, is that she has a broad leather belt around her waistline -and neck. Her wrists are cuffed to her waistline band in the back. Her ankles tied together and drawn up towards her wrists, sort of a switch sides fetal position. Worse, Elise is completely encased in a bony clear plastic bag; she is leisurely suffocating inside. It is already growing foggy for her as he seals the bag shut around her waist. It is a total encasement, all the air she breathes now is air that has been used by her. It grows thinner with each breath. Less and less oxygen and more and more condensation and warmth inside. She tries to manage her breath, her breathing. She wines. She works on maintaining control. She is lounging on her side. The meaty leather band rigidly secured around her neck doesn't give her any comfort, let alone make it easy for her to drawl a breath. As time passes it becomes increasingly difficult to see her inwards of there. We can hear her breathing, her tries at managing it. JR ask her what is the harshest part of her situation. She tells us the band right now. It makes it difficult for her to get a total breath. Water commences to bead up inwards and run down the plastic around her face. It wants to stick to her face, making her panic. She appears all raw inside. Her hair plastered to her face as she tries her composure. But it is faltering. The warmth and water inside, the water from her own breathing, condensation, and the warmth from her breath and figure conspire against her. She'd like to be out of this, maybe back in her hole. She tells me how difficult the band makes it for her, green cutoffs still fitting her like an uber woman. She tells me how super-steamy it is inwards there and I tell her how splendid it senses outside. She commences to tell me how rock-hard it is to catch a breath. I cut a diminutive opening for her. An opening that I shove a short love glove hose pipe into, for her to breath with. At least that's what she thinks. Once she has it in her gullet she uses it to take in new oxygen -and we can hear her doing so. It is her own new air produce as she tells me how cock-squeezing the band is. She is throating it in. We can hear it. And then the Hitachi. She finds herself needing to reach for a new way to breath, to get that orgasm, because she is a restrain bondage slut. But that was temporary, before JR cut her sighing off with a pair of hemostats on the love glove hose pipe punching itself from the bag. He makes her ask, pray for a new air supply. He brings out a well nurtured Hookah, one ready to smoke. Finding her love glove hose pipe he picks it up and packs her bag with Hookah smoke. She sobs out and wails. She tells him how bad the air is getting, how she can't see now, how she can't even see her sighing tube now for the smoke. Her bag is permeated, smoke she did not want. Smoke that just makes her situation that much more demanding. She coughs, and hacks -spits inwards her enclosure. She grows into a panic....he determines to see what the Electro-hitachi changes.