Insex - CunTree Revisited (Shonta, Tyler)
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I’ve got a small camp and bait shop not far from the reservoir. Bill’s Bait. You never know what kind of garbage will come by, so I keep a knife handy, spending my hours whittling. I make all sorts of useful things to pulverize inwards of whores. You see, I go fishing every now and then, but not with a hook and pole. I fish for whores. I never faced a vagina that wasn’t a superslut in some way. That means it doesn’t take lengthy to snag myself one. I go for pretty, youthfull bitches that are juicy and soft. And they panic up easy, like a gaggle of crows. So they end up being a lot of fun. Finer than TV. Me and the forest are buddies. Everything chats to me, every rock and tree and spot of ground. Even the thunderstorm tells me what to do with these whores. So out of respect for the woods, I put a damsel someplace where varmints will come nuzzling around, or I’ll stand her on an anthill, or put some sowbugs in her cunt. Don’t know what it is about bitches and bugs. They got this revulsion thing. The bitches I mean. Bugs, on the other hand, enjoy humid cavities like caves, like the innards of rotted trees, like a whore’s humid cootchie and mouth. Take this one youthfull thing. I corded her midbody and arms to a tree and a cock-squeezing leather bind around her neck. She was stomach sore and causing a fuss. So I pinned her kinky tongue inbetween two catapults and corded them cock-squeezing inbetween her jaw. It didn’t shut her up all the way, but I thought she looked better like that, tears pouring down that scanty whore’s cheeks. I guess she should of thought of that before she began whoring around. I pulled her soles off the ground and put a lot of super-cute bugs on her, then left her hanging for a bit. Actually, I just left her for the rest of the night. By morning, she was real quiet, a special girl. I asked her if she was prepared to spend some time on the ground. She nodded, her eyes and cheeks red. She had no what I had in mind. I’d already taken her mate out of the palace and made her delve a hole. She was a good, strenuous whore, one of the few that can be made to do a gobble of work. I brought the other one over from her tree. Oh, she wasn’t blessed when she saw that hole. By then, I guess she had learned a thing or two about me. I just enjoy rope. Wire and branches. That’s how I keep my girls. Anyway, I corded her knees to her torso so she was folded up real pretty. Then I sat her down in the hole. I planted her like a tree. I packed in filth up to her neck and tamped it down. I didn’t water her just yet. That was for later. Plastic bags around a whore’s head gives them a special look. Besides, whore’s eyes can make you sleepy and get you to let down your guard because they’re like rattlers, which is why I rubber hood them most the time. I stuck a bag over her scanty head. Oh she howled. She made an shitty noise. That didn’t last for lengthy as she ran out of air. Damn that makes me hard. I got myself off on that, then I decided I wasn’t done with her just yet. I cut a crevasse in the bag and put a tube in her mouth. I thought she looked better with filth coating her head. Just a mound boinking up like ants had been busy. I laid down and took a rest. Catching bitches is a lot of work. And I needed to catch me another one, because I wasn’t concluded yet. I snagged one right off. Must have been my successful day. I made a tripod over a mess crevasse and dangled the fresh superslut upside down, culo backwards. Her mitts were roped behind her back. I taped a tube in that whore’s jaws just like I did the other one. Tubes are regular procedure with whore-girls. At first I loved dunking her in the muck and relocating her back up. That was hot. Then I got bored and just left her head submerged in it. She kept popping up, shooting mess out of her tube so she could breathe. Too bad about that sighing thing. It’s always making them fussy, these girls. Yeah. She looked like she was wiped with shit. Because that’s what bitches are anyway. They’re dirty, facialed in shit. They get all inwards a man’s trousers and make him do things he regrets. So I’m just helping these bitches to witness their messy ways. Somebody has to.
I’ve got a small camp and bait shop not far from the reservoir. Bill’s Bait. You never know what kind of garbage will come by, so I keep a knife handy, spending my hours whittling. I make all sorts of useful things to pulverize inwards of whores. You see, I go fishing every now and then, but not with a hook and pole. I fish for whores. I never faced a vagina that wasn’t a superslut in some way. That means it doesn’t take lengthy to snag myself one. I go for pretty, youthfull bitches that are juicy and soft. And they panic up easy, like a gaggle of crows. So they end up being a lot of fun. Finer than TV. Me and the forest are buddies. Everything chats to me, every rock and tree and spot of ground. Even the thunderstorm tells me what to do with these whores. So out of respect for the woods, I put a damsel someplace where varmints will come nuzzling around, or I’ll stand her on an anthill, or put some sowbugs in her cunt. Don’t know what it is about bitches and bugs. They got this revulsion thing. The bitches I mean. Bugs, on the other hand, enjoy humid cavities like caves, like the innards of rotted trees, like a whore’s humid cootchie and mouth. Take this one youthfull thing. I corded her midbody and arms to a tree and a cock-squeezing leather bind around her neck. She was stomach sore and causing a fuss. So I pinned her kinky tongue inbetween two catapults and corded them cock-squeezing inbetween her jaw. It didn’t shut her up all the way, but I thought she looked better like that, tears pouring down that scanty whore’s cheeks. I guess she should of thought of that before she began whoring around. I pulled her soles off the ground and put a lot of super-cute bugs on her, then left her hanging for a bit. Actually, I just left her for the rest of the night. By morning, she was real quiet, a special girl. I asked her if she was prepared to spend some time on the ground. She nodded, her eyes and cheeks red. She had no what I had in mind. I’d already taken her mate out of the palace and made her delve a hole. She was a good, strenuous whore, one of the few that can be made to do a gobble of work. I brought the other one over from her tree. Oh, she wasn’t blessed when she saw that hole. By then, I guess she had learned a thing or two about me. I just enjoy rope. Wire and branches. That’s how I keep my girls. Anyway, I corded her knees to her torso so she was folded up real pretty. Then I sat her down in the hole. I planted her like a tree. I packed in filth up to her neck and tamped it down. I didn’t water her just yet. That was for later. Plastic bags around a whore’s head gives them a special look. Besides, whore’s eyes can make you sleepy and get you to let down your guard because they’re like rattlers, which is why I rubber hood them most the time. I stuck a bag over her scanty head. Oh she howled. She made an shitty noise. That didn’t last for lengthy as she ran out of air. Damn that makes me hard. I got myself off on that, then I decided I wasn’t done with her just yet. I cut a crevasse in the bag and put a tube in her mouth. I thought she looked better with filth coating her head. Just a mound boinking up like ants had been busy. I laid down and took a rest. Catching bitches is a lot of work. And I needed to catch me another one, because I wasn’t concluded yet. I snagged one right off. Must have been my successful day. I made a tripod over a mess crevasse and dangled the fresh superslut upside down, culo backwards. Her mitts were roped behind her back. I taped a tube in that whore’s jaws just like I did the other one. Tubes are regular procedure with whore-girls. At first I loved dunking her in the muck and relocating her back up. That was hot. Then I got bored and just left her head submerged in it. She kept popping up, shooting mess out of her tube so she could breathe. Too bad about that sighing thing. It’s always making them fussy, these girls. Yeah. She looked like she was wiped with shit. Because that’s what bitches are anyway. They’re dirty, facialed in shit. They get all inwards a man’s trousers and make him do things he regrets. So I’m just helping these bitches to witness their messy ways. Somebody has to.
Added: 2013-05-30 • Views: 267 • Duration: 41:43
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