Lil' dream

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22 yr senior Zayda is back to The Attic again where she gets to live out a lil' fantasy.First we find Zayda in a frog-tie atop a diminutive table. A nose hook keeps her head held up high as does the hair bind into her ginormous toes. Her bra-stuffers are stringing up off the end of the table. She's there, fighting around, attempting to get more comfortable. She told me she was hungry when she got here --as usual. So I sat a wooden pole in front of her and positioned a dog cup on top of it. After pouring in some corn flakes and adding cold water to it I encourage her to delve in and eat. She can't do it though, or so she says. The nose hook and hair bind just will not let her head spurt down far enough to reach the corn flakes in the bowl. I tell her to keep attempting though. I ask her if I suspend 2 drill weights off each nip if that will help. She begs me not to do it. I do it anyway. And when those nip clothespins get fastened she moans out in pain. She immediately begins to cry. Then I suspend the weights from them. She begins to sob, heaving-ly. Gigantic tears rolling out of her eyes. At least she has something to cry about this time. She's told to slurp the food now. She's perched up high on her table, the weights on her bra-stuffers wag about as she munches her dinner from a dog bowl. Nice, wet, cold and watered down corn flakes. She has them all over her lil' piggy mouth now and running down her neck as she is encouraged to slurp every last one. For an added distraction I place the diminutive Hitachi onto her cunt. But she's told to keep munching and not to stop. Suddenly, one of those 2 drill weights pulls itself off and slams to the floor below. She moans out in pain and begins to wail, to cry relentlessly. I bellow at her to keep munching the food. Then I insert the ginormous Hitachi onto her cage and she's beside herself. She can't take any direction now. I'm bellowing at her to keep munching and she just keeps weeping and crying. When her face does get in the cup all you hear are silenced cries underneath the corn flake water as she cries underneath the surface. She has corn flakes all over her face and neck, her entire face is raw with food particles stuck to it, tears course out of each eye, that one last weight on that nip is flapping frantically now and then all of a sudden we hear a desperate bellow for permission to cum. And when she came she splashed her vulva fluids all over my arm, the table and onto the floor. Perhaps the most dump I've ever seen Zayda exile from her cunt. When that orgasm came on she had food flying out of her mouth, the sight on her face told me she was birthing something out her crevasse and the moans of "Oh God!" were deafening. And then she had another one.