Intotheattic - Starlet

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Next Iris finds herself getting ready for a lengthy ride on the Wooden . I'd been wanting to get someone up on the ride and have them ride it as lengthy as they possibly could. She's not coming off until she says the safeword. After putting her in a cell tie with a lil' string 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 feels like she's going to fall off. Worry is all over her face. I tie a string from her cell tie to the ceiling and stand back for the ride. Within seconds we hear her say, "Ow! That hurts really bad". I glance at her and say, "I know". She commences to shake, sometimes violently. I put a ring gag in her face hole. As the drool begins to coat her pecs I embark flogging her titties. She sobs out in pain, bewildered at how she can stay sitting on the and take this flogging in the pecs sans falling off the rail. She gets hammer again. She tries to chat but we can't understand her. She gets her globes cropped to the point she can't stand it anymore. The drool just never stops being one lengthy strand reaching from the bottom of her face crevice to her chest. When she gets slapped again she tries 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 funbags hurt so bad she ask me to whip her rump instead. I make her beg for it. And then the hammer beats her. I can just make out her saying me, "Oh god, that hurt really bad". I can witness she's trying to build up some comfort, she's raising her rump up trying 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 witness her sit there, trying to get comfortable, trying to find a way to rest on this ride sans it digging into her cunt, her pelvic bone or the crack of her ass. She shakes up there. The glance on her face is one of consumption. Consumed with worry and desperation. The drool flushes from her hatch as the entire of her pecs is raw and damp with spit. She lets me know she'd like a cigarette. I light two and thrust them up her nostrils, coat her hatch and tell her to love them. She's still shaking.