Intotheattic - Starlet 2009

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Next Iris finds herself getting prepped for a lengthy rail on the Wooden . I'd been wanting to get someone up on the rail and have them rail it as lengthy as they possibly could. She's not coming off until she says the safeword. After putting her in a cell truss with a lil wire around the neck I pick her up and place her onto the . Right away she doesn't like it. She's afraid to put her gams down. I tell her too but she says she senses like she's going to fall off. Worry is all over her face. I truss a wire from her cell truss to the ceiling and stand back for the ride. Within seconds we hear her say, "Ow! That hurts truly bad". I sight at her and say, "I know". She commences to shake, occasionally violently. I put a ring gag in her face hole. As the spit commences to cover her chest I commence flogging her titties. She sobs out in pain, confused at how she can remain sitting on the and take this flogging in the chest sans falling off the rail. She gets hit Next Iris finds herself getting prepped for a lengthy rail on the Wooden . I'd been wanting to get someone up on the rail and have them rail it as lengthy as they possibly could. She's not coming off until she says the safeword. After putting her in a cell truss with a lil wire around the neck I pick her up and place her onto the . Right away she doesn't like it. She's afraid to put her gams down. I tell her too but she says she senses like she's going to fall off. Worry is all over her face. I truss a wire from her cell truss to the ceiling and stand back for the ride. Within seconds we hear her say, "Ow! That hurts truly bad". I sight at her and say, "I know". She commences to shake, occasionally violently. I put a ring gag in her face hole. As the spit commences to cover her chest I commence flogging her titties. She sobs out in pain, confused at how she can remain sitting on the and take this flogging in the chest sans falling off the rail. She gets hit again. She attempts to chat but we can't understand her. She gets her jugs flogged to the point she can't stand it anymore. The spit just never stops being one lengthy strand reaching from the bottom of her face fuck-hole to her chest. When she gets slapped again she attempts despairingly to tell me it hurt but she can't seem to shape the words, she can't stop heaving to get a breath. She's desperate. Her bumpers hurt so bad she ask me to crop her caboose instead. I make her beg for it. And then the beat strikes her. I can just make out her saying me, "Oh god, that hurt truly bad". I can observe she's attempting to build up some comfort, she's lifting her caboose up attempting to assuage the pain. That's when I let her know I'm going to leave her on the until she says the safeword. And so we stand back and watch, we just observe her sit there, attempting to get comfortable, attempting to find a way to rest on this rail sans it digging into her cunt, her pelvic man-meat or the violate of her ass. She shakes up there. The sight on her face is one of consumption. Consumed with worry and desperation. The spit flushes from her throat as the whole of her chest is humid and damp with spit. She lets me know she'd like a cigarette. I light 2 and thrust them up her nostrils, cover her throat and tell her to love them. She's still shaking.