Kissed By The Cane

Download HD Video (2.5 GB)


Katy Smooch came into our basement looking all nice and done up for her show. She wore a tiny crimson dress, high heels, and wondrous sheer dark-hued stockings that make her gams absolutely irresistible. She even did her make up precise with elegant winged eyeliner. O.T. truly enjoys that view on her, but what he enjoys more is observing how lightly he can make such a pretty, composed doll crumble completely into a heap with just a few of his favorite toys. Katy starts out in a iron dog collar with her arms shackled to a framework just low enough so that she has to keep her rump tucking out to stand. O.T. takes the chance to get a sense for her body, running his arms over her tits, down her sides, and all over her ass, even taking a moment to slap her. Then, when his urges get the better of him, he moves her so that she is down on all fours on top of a table and lets her enjoy herself. He slides an rump hook inwards of one fuckhole and a faux-cock in the other, then he turns on the celebrator electro-hitachi and starts screwing her. Katy can scarcely take the dual penetration, freeing moans and getting moister every second. Then it's back to O.T.'s kind of fun. He puts Katy down on her knees, holding her upright with a iron dog collar on a framework so that he can see her wondrous body spread out for him. The next thing Katy knows she has a plastic bag over her head and she can slightly breathe, and there's nothing she can do since O.T. belted her arms to her body so that she's holding onto her own tits. And then there is the sharp, burning anguish of a whip violating against the soft flesh of her rump over and over. Katy sits there on her knees and writhes and shrieks, nothing like the nice dolled up doll we knew forty 5 minutes ago.