Tests 9 (Devi, Debbie, Nina)

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The first-ever female admits she loves being overpowered. Cloth is crammed into her mouth. Her dark eyes get bigger gigantic and lamb-like. Her wrists are roped behind her, her elbows and ankles cinched with the harsh dark-skinned rope. Strap circles her waist, her chest. As her body shakes on the floor, her mini-skirt works itself up her thighs, displaying her pink panties. He senses her up and looks at her booty and vag as she emits silenced protests. She is hogtied, her booty and titties bared. Fingers wring her nipples. She squirms, struggling the ropes, setting up a fuss as her vag and her titties are pawed. The next female works as a Dominatrix. But this time the tables are turned. Her gams are roped to the tabouret with plastic wrap. Ebony plastic is packaged over her eyes, forming to her head. The tabouret back is bound to a pulley above her. Then she is packaged to the tabouret about her waist, her mitts plastered to her sides. Her titties show up to splash outward. A strait razor slices her top and severs the bra. The edge of the blade is pressed into the soft, mounded skin above her pierced nipples. The razor moves to her thighs. She whimpers, no more the Dominatrix. The tabouret is abruptly shoved backwards, to be caught by cord bound above. She squawks. Her mini-skirt is torn apart and her sheer underpants shredded by the ultra-sharp edge of the razor. The inviting, pallid skin of her vag is already shaved. "Please," she says, begging for the blade to be nice. Her soles are tickled. She giggles, her plump titties bobbing. A cord is bound to each ankle and her soles are hoisted up so that she is spread. The strait razor investigates her velvet labia and clit. Clothespins nibble into the tender, jummy skin of her labia and are attached to her toes, so that she is opened. She has a pallid pink pussy. The inverted V of her labia, shielding her clit, is reminiscent of an orchid, the specialized petals opening and closing as she is kittled again, intensifying the effect. Her rosette darkens to a rich pink. Another female is roped upon her knees, her ankles roped firmly to her upper thighs. Her mitts have been raised above her head then arched backward so that her wrists are roped together behind her neck. She flaps back and forth, rhythmic, probing her predicament. Then she is lounging on her back. Clips are attached to her labia, pulling them apart. Her face remains unemotional, detached. She is presented to Mr. Pogo, which she takes readily into her mouth. When Mr. Pogo is wet, it is shoved inwards her cunt, the inward lips expanding to accommodate. She takes it, silent, the wavy margin of her lips reddening. An Chinese gal in a pose cangue stands, her mitts roped in a Chinese cradle. Her titties are clamped inbetween 2 cock-squeezing ropes. One ankle is bound off to the side, and the other is raised and bound at the knee. Clips are positioned upon her nipples and bound upward with her long hair, her titties purple. Her darkened joy button and inward labia string up downward, expanding as Mr. Pogo enters. She’s ball-gagged with cloth, her face taped. The camo sundress is cut off her shoulders, her soft, pallid titties revealed. A cord is packaged around and around her neck. She is laid on her stomach, the neck cord bound back to her ankles, bending her back, gasping her. A highly broad cangue is corded on her neck. A pulley is hooked onto the collar, pulling her up on her toes. As she is pawed, she fights, but can slightly stir sans gasping herself. A nose hook keeps her head high. She wavers, unbalanced. Strapped to a post with her mitts in strappado, she is arched over, her head upside down. Her mouth and eyes are packaged with cord and cinched to the post. Her vag is bound, pulling back the thick, fleshy lips to give open access.