Trophy Catch (27 May 2016)

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Out she goes. Zoey Laine very likely shouldn't just pick up and take whatever pills unusual folks give her. She's too red-hot to not know better. Dudes have been paying attention to her since she started getting larger those pointy lil' boobs of hers. Her marvelous gams and cock-squeezing rump 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 examined every inch of her stellar body. If he was just porking her she would very likely hate it less. O.T. has never been all that interested in getting his trunk wet, no matter how red-hot of a piece of rump he just reeled in. Instead he has a fresh head box he'd like her to attempt out for him. Barbed cable and cold iron shell her, she can witness them right in front of her eyes. She knows that the rusted spikes won't just leap 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 lashes her rump and uses a faux-cock to tear up her pussy. She's too concerned about what this restrain 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 piece of steel, content to just hold her in place and not have any fun. He wants to hear her squeal and when the cat o' nine tails doesn't do the trick well enough he has lot other ways to get her yelling.