Insex - 813's Test (813)

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Because a few members have suggested some self-bondage in the site, 813 is presented in her very first episode by strapping herself to a chair. She is given a sheet of directives which she must follow. As she embarks to bind her ankle to the chair leg, she gives her measurements, the most surprising being that she has 36C breasts. One would think at least a 36D. Once her gams are secured, she must apply clips to each of her puss and bind them so that her juicy pussy is displayed. She has yam-sized external labia, the inner flesh flushed already. Once her pecs is corded to the chair back, she elevates her supposed C bowls out of her top. They are firm, prettily rounded, and full. Nip clips are tightened into place. As she straps in the gag and works with the handcuffs, the nip clips come liberate and she has to permanently re-attach them. She glides the blindfold over her eyes and locks the handcuffs on her wrists. Uh-oh. She was supposed to do it behind the back. Penalty later? 813 lies on her back on the floor, bare now, her wrists corded to her ankles so that her calves are folded back underneath her thighs. A corset on her upper assets ties her breasts. They look even nicer this way, taut from the rope, flawless globes. A corset at her pelvis, replete with a goods rope, is affixed to a pulley. She is draped at the cunt. The strain on the split goods rope wrings her fattened puss so that they protrude outward, a meaty man gravy of woman flesh, like a handhold. Another rope is added, pulling her ankles back in the direction of her shoulders, enhancing the bend in her back. 813 is presented to Mr. Pogo, that threatening dark-hued prod. It heads in and out with ease. The acute V of her clit, unveiled by the ministrations of Mr. Pogo, is honest game for a vibrator. She is corded to a lump of rig made of iron pipe, her knees elevated as however she is in a chair that has been laid upon its back. Her wrists are corded back and down to the bottom rung. The straps are then brought up to her ankles. A hook glides into her ass and is corded to her hair. When she asks what’s happening, the reaction given is that another anchor point is being created. She struggles, her back arching, her assets writhing, her mammories going this way and that. The fuckin' machine is put in place. It begins slow, but shortly revs to a superb pace. She moans, incapable to affect her situation. Grease is slicked over her breasts. Vacuum tubes fellate them far into the faceholes of the tubes. A spider gag keeps her hatch open and a fake penis is pushed in, much to her dismay. The magic wand hums against her slit, giving a crimson inner glow set off against the darkened labial skin. 813 stands behind to a post. She wears high heels. Her mammories are corded to the post, as are her knee, thigh, and one ankle. Her forearms and wrists are corded behind her. Her neck is cinched to the pole. When the cinch is tightened, she makes a lil' sob-like sound of dismay. The pulley raises her right ankle to shoulder height. Then her knee is corded to her chest. She is wondrously helpless and open. A flagellating embarks on the inwards of her thigh, just below her cunt, then her pussy, which is struck repeatedly. She weeps and sobs out. Her mammories are caned. The high heel is eliminated from her foot. The crop spanks firm against the sole. Mr. Pogo screws 813’s cunt. She sobs harder. Her pussy has become a puckered mass of swelled folds. She is spanked with a paint stick, which cracks on her ass. It spanks the juicy tits of her breasts. Milky splooge dribbles from her pussy, like drool.