Naive youthfull slut roams into distress

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Out she goes. Zoey Laine most likely shouldn't just pick up and take whatever pills unusual dudes give her. She's too red-hot to not know better. Men have been paying attention to her since she started growing those perky little tits of hers. Her super-sexy gams and cock-squeezing bootie didn't go unnoticed in those yoga pants, either. Seconds after she downs what she thinks is ibuprofen she is on the floor. By the time she has come to O.T. has already inspected every inch of her wondrous body. If he was just tearing up her she would most likely hate it less. O.T. has never been all that interested in getting his sausage wet, no matter how red-hot of a lump of bootie he just reeled in. Instead he has a fresh head cage he'd like her to attempt out for him. Barbed string and cold iron envelope her, she can see them right in front of her eyes. She knows that the rusted spikes won't just hop out and get her, but she can't help but be appalled with them so close to her pretty face. She doesn't dare flail too much as her captor flogs her bootie and uses a faux-cock to fuck her pussy. She's too concerned about what this bondage helmet will do to her if she unbalances it. Zoey should be more concerned about what O.T. is going to do to her. He isn't some cold lump of steel, content to just hold her in place and not have any fun. He wants to hear her scream and when the cat o' nine tails doesn't do the trick well enough he has lot other ways to get her yelling.