Infernalrestraints - Flying Framework Panic

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The repetitive squeak of iron against metal. She swings, strapped onto a steel grate that's stringing up mid-air, parallel to the floor. Her neck and chest are strapped tight. Her lower legs and mitts have been pulled Thru the grate, folded backwards, and immobilized in place. Mr. Pogo slides into her cunt, drilling her. Then in her mouth. The grate, purrfectly balanced, pivots easily. Her head angles downward, her jaws at bone height. A singletail beats her breasts, giving them a blush. The cane that spanks her cooter colors her cooter rosy. He sits in front of her face. Manipulating very first one hole, then the other. It doesn't take long. She comes quickly, happy. Wooden stocks weigh on her neck and wrists. She sits on a couch of spikes. He gets stiff when he witnesses tears run down her cheeks. Thru all the torture she laughs. But after she comes, when she can't do what he wants, she tears up. Wettened in excess, her balance centers upon one point only. Petite effort sets her in motion, back and forth, swinging.