Caning, Drool, Foot Torture, Head Bondage, Head Cage, Infernalrestraints, Metal Bondage, Zoey Laine |
Out she goes. Zoey Laine probably shouldn't simply pick up and choose whatever pills strange guys give her. She's too hot to not know better. Guys were paying attention to her because she started climbing those perky little tits of hers. Her hot legs and tight buttocks didn't go undetected in these yoga pants, either. Seconds after she downs what she believes is aspirin she’s passed out on the ground. By the time she has begun to O.T. has already inspected every inch of the amazing body.If that he was only fucking her she’d probably hate it . O.T. hasn’t been that interested in getting his dick wet, however hot of a slice of ass he simply reeled in. Instead he’s got a brand new head cage he'd like her to try out for him. Barbed wire and chilly metallic envelope her, so she is able to see them directly in front of her eyes. She understands the spikes won't just hop out and get her, but she can't help but be terrified with them close to her pretty face. She also doesn't dare too much because her captor flogs her buttocks and uses a dildo to fuck her tight pussy. She's too worried about exactly what this bondage helmet will do to her when she unbalances it. Zoey needs to be more concerned about what O.T. will do . He isn't some cold piece of steel, content to simply hold her in place and not have any fun. He wants to hear her scream and as soon as the flogger doesn't do the trick nicely enough he’s got lots of other methods to get her crying. |
