Después de tener su manera con la boca de Raven bajo el agua, el chico de la piscina la da vuelta para follarle su mojada y sumergida vagina. Una vez dentro de ella, la empuja bajo el agua sujetando sus muñecas aún atadas. Ella aguanta la respira, consumida por el placer y el sufrimiento de estar atada y follando bajo el agua sin aire.

*Este video está parcialmente sin cortar e incluye algunos momentos en los que salgo a la superficie para tomar aire entre cada escena. Puedes ver cómo se expande mi vientre mientras intento contener la mayor cantidad posible de aire al tiempo que me llenan y golpean la vagina. Esta piscina estaba fuertemente clorada, así que mantengo la nariz apretada durante casi todo el tiempo. La libero un poco y permito que el agua inunde y queme mis senos nasales, pero el dolor y malestar fueron demasiado intensos como para poder soportarlo durante mucho tiempo. Espero que disfrutes saber lo bien que sufrí.

Raven Lynette está disfrutando de su lujosa piscina privada. El muchacho del mantenimiento la dejó reluciente, pero ella no sabe que en realidad él nunca se fue...

Él la observa desde la ventana mientras ella se quita la ropa hasta quedarse solo con un diminuto bikini negro y se zambulle. Mientras flota felizmente boca arriba, él actúa. Se desliza al agua y ata sus muñecas y tobillos con una cuerda. Le coloca un cinturón de pesas para asegurarse de que permanezca sumergida. Raven forcejea y lucha como si fuera una eternidad intentando liberarse, pero antes de lograrlo, el chico de la piscina le introduce bruscamente su pene erecto en la boca. Ella lo chupa con entusiasmo. Sorprendido y excitado por este giro inesperado, él le tapa la nariz mientras ella succiona febrilmente su miembro, haciendo que las únicas burbujas escapen por su boca, vibrando sobre su sexo. Él libera momentáneamente su nariz permitiendo que el agua invada sus senos nasales. Tras unas cuantas embestidas más placenteras dentro de su garganta, rápidamente la da vuelta... queda mucho más por venir en la Parte 2.

Raven Lynette está disfrutando de su lujosa piscina privada. El muchacho del mantenimiento la dejó reluciente, pero ella no sabe que en realidad él nunca se fue...

Él la observa desde la ventana mientras ella se quita la ropa hasta quedarse solo con su diminuto bikini negro y se zambulle en el agua. Mientras flota plácidamente boca arriba, él actúa. Se desliza al agua, le ata las muñecas y los tobillos con una cuerda y le coloca un cinturón de pesas para asegurarse de que permanezca sumergida. Raven forcejea y se retuerce durante lo que parece una eternidad intentando liberarse, pero antes de lograrlo, el chico de la piscina introduce bruscamente su pene erecto en su boca. Ella lo masturba con entusiasmo. Sorprendido y excitado por este giro inesperado, él le tapa la nariz mientras ella chupa frenéticamente su miembro, haciendo que las únicas burbujas escapen por su boca, vibrando sobre su pene. Él libera momentáneamente su nariz permitiendo que el agua invada sus senos nasales. Tras unos cuantos movimientos más placenteros dentro de su garganta, rápidamente la da vuelta... queda mucho más por venir en la Parte 2.

Raven and her partner were alone together at the pool. The sun glinted off the still surface of the water. Raven slipped on her favorite white dive mask. She held her breath and dove under, the cool water enveloping her.
Her partner followed, his athletic body cutting through the water with ease. Raven swam up to him, her eyes sparkling with mischief behind her mask. Without a word, she took him in her mouth, sucking and licking his hardening cock underwater. He groaned in pleasure.
Getting bold, Raven released her mouthful of air bubbles. They tickled her partner's skin as they rose to the surface. She held her breath and kept sucking, working his shaft with her tongue and lips. The water pressure was intense but Raven was an experienced deepthroat artist.
Suddenly, her partner reached down and pulled off Raven's mask! Water flooded into her eyes and sinuses! She sputtered and gagged, bubbles pouring out of her nose and mouth. Raven came up gasping for air.
Her partner just grinned. "Let's get a little crazy, shall we?"
He grabbed Raven and pressed her up against the pool wall. Water churned around them. Raven wrapped her legs around his hips as he entered her, pinning her in place. The wet drag of skin on skin was deliciously slippery.
They fucked hard and fast, the sounds of their pleasure echoing off the sides of the pool. Raven's nails dug into her partner's shoulders as he pumped into her. Water splashed up around them with each powerful thrust.
Raven's partner flipped her over and took her from behind, the new angle giving him even deeper penetration. He pulled her back onto his cock by her hair, making her yelp and moan. Raven pounded her hips back to meet his strokes, the water sloshing around them.

Title: Raven Lynette's Sweet Revenge: Tickle Torment Turned on its Head

Raven Lynette had been through a lot. She was captured, and her captor seemed to enjoy tickling her to no end. Her sensitive skin and nerves were on fire, and she had had enough. The moment she was released, she knew exactly what she had to do. She quickly turned the tables on her captor, gagging him and cuffing him to the bed.

Raven's eyes gleamed with a mix of excitement and vengeance as she secured his feet in place, exposing his sensitive soles. She wanted him to feel the same helplessness and torment that she had endured. As he lay there, completely at her mercy, Raven couldn't help but smile.

She began teasing him, tickling his sides and underarms, watching as his body writhed in ticklish agony. The more he squirmed, the more she enjoyed it. After a while, she decided to give him a little treat - a vibrator wrapped around his cock. She gave him a few teasing sucks with her wet mouth and then tied the vibrator securely to his cock. Now there was no way he could escape the vibrations. He moaned in pleasure, and Raven knew she had him right where she wanted him.

Now it was time for the real fun to begin. Raven pulled out a variety of tickle instruments - feathers, toothbrushes, paddles, and her own long sharp fingernails. She started with the feathers, gently brushing them against his soles, making him giggle and squirm. She then moved on to the toothbrush, tickling him with the bristles, causing him to beg for mercy.

Raven took a moment to catch her breath, watching her captor's reaction to her teasing. She then decided to take things up a notch. She oiled his soles, making them even more sensitive to the touch. As she began tickling him again, he couldn't help but beg for her to stop.

Finally, she decided to give him some relief. She gently tickled his soles, using her fingers to trace patterns on his skin. As she did this, she continued to use the vibrator on his cock, making him moan in pleasure. She could feel his body tensing up, and she knew he was close.

Raven Lynette finds herself in a tantalizing predicament. She is bound and gagged, cuffed to the bed, her feet tied in place, and her cute toes harshly pulled back, leaving her soles fully exposed. Her partner has a gleam in his eye, as he approaches with a devious grin, ready to unleash a tickle torment like no other.

The scene is set, and Raven's heart races with anticipation. Her partner begins by inserting a vibrator into her pussy, a little treat to keep her on edge while he has his way with her. The sensation sends waves of pleasure through her body, heightening her senses and making her more vulnerable to the tickle torment that is to come.

As the vibrator hums away, her partner begins his work with the tickle instruments. He starts with a soft feather, gently brushing it against her sensitive skin, causing her to squirm and giggle uncontrollably. Her laughter fills the room, and her partner revels in her response, knowing that he has her right where he wants her.

Next, he switches to a toothbrush, running it across her arches and the soles of her feet. The bristles tickle and tease her, sending shivers up her spine. She twists and turns, trying to escape the sensation, but her restraints hold her firmly in place.

The tickle torment continues, with her partner switching between a paddle and a wartenburg wheel. The paddle delivers sharp, stinging sensations that make her gasp and squirm, while the wartenburg wheel leaves delicate trails of ticklish pleasure across her skin.

As the tickle torment reaches its peak, her partner decides to up the ante. He takes a moment to sensually oil her soles, coating them in a slick, slippery substance that heightens the ticklish sensation. Raven's toes curl and flex as he works the oil into her skin, her breath coming in short, excited gasps.

Finally, he unleashes the pièce de résistance: double hairbrushes. The bristles of the brushes are stiff and unyielding, delivering a relentless barrage of ticklish sensations that leaves Raven writhing and laughing hysterically. Her partner deftly wields the hairbrushes, exploring every inch of her ticklish zones, from her arches to her toes.

The tickle torment seems to go on forever, with Raven's laughter and moans filling the room. Her partner watches her with a satisfied grin, enjoying the sight of her at his mercy. Eventually, the tickle torment comes to an end, and Raven is left panting and breathless, her body slick with sweat and oil.

El entrenamiento de apnea para el buceo libre puede ser una experiencia erótica y trascendente, y la adición del placer sexual lo lleva a nuevas alturas.<\/p>

Empiezo en mi bañera, solo con mi máscara de buceo blanca. La niebla de la máscara debido a mi respiración es casi sensual por sí misma. Luego exhalo lentamente y retengo la respiración, dejando que mi cuerpo se relaje y se ajuste. Después de un minuto o así, tomo algunas respiraciones profundas para reiniciar y luego vuelvo a sostener durante más tiempo, sumergiéndome debajo de la superficie. Este calentamiento me pone en el estado mental adecuado.<\/p>

Luego, retiro cuidadosamente mi máscara de buceo y dejo que mi cara se inunde con el agua. La sensación del agua quemando mis senos paranasales y entrando en mi nariz es intensa. Cada respiración que se me niega me hace querer respirar aún más. Mi cuerpo comienza a pedir a gritos oxígeno.<\/p>

Entonces, tomo mi vibrador de succión de confianza. Solo colocarlo en mis lugares más sensibles hace que se disparen descargas de placer a través de mi cuerpo. Me dirijo a mí mismo durante un minuto, pero crece el deseo de ser dominado por otro.<\/p>

Siento la presencia de mi pareja sobre mí. Sus fuertes manos me rodean el cuello, sosteniendo firmemente mi cabeza bajo el agua. Intento salir a la superficie, pero me mantienen abajo con una fuerte presión. El vibrador sigue funcionando en mi cuerpo mientras me retuerzo y lucho. Mi cuerpo grita que necesito respirar. Exploto en una convulsión orgásmica intensa bajo el agua.<\/p>Con la mano de mi pareja aún alrededor de mi cuello, salto fuera del agua, jadeando y escupiendo agua por las fosas nasales dilatadas. Respiro profundamente y comienzo a reír por la intensidad. Estoy mareada y débil, pero profundamente satisfecha, mi cuerpo y mente borrosos por la hipoxia."

Raven Lynette had been a captive once, held against her will by a sadistic man who took great pleasure in her torment and humiliation. But now, the tables had turned. Her former captor was now bound and helpless, gagged and hooded as he lay spread eagled on the bed, wrists and ankles restrained tightly by pink leather cuffs. His feet were strapped to a bar, toes individually tied to prevent even the slightest movement.

After she tormented his entire body, and especially his feet by tickling him relentlessly with various tools of the trade, she decided to show him mercy

"Be a good boy and I'll reward you."

After a moment, he managed to nod frantically. Raven grinned in satisfaction. She climbed atop him, straddling his waist as he was still strapped down. Slowly, teasingly, she lowered herself onto his straining erection and began riding him. Her pace was languid and deliberate, drawing out his pleasure and frustration. She touched herself as she used him, her breathy moans mixing with his muffled groans.

When she had sufficiently worked them both into a frenzy, Raven dismounted, leaving him panting and desperate. "One last reward," she breathed, taking him into her mouth. Slick and skilled, her lips and tongue pushed him over the edge. He spilled out of her mouth making a mess of himself with his own cum.

Raven licked her lips, savoring her victory as he twitched and shivered beneath her, spent and thoroughly conquered. She gave him a few more teasing licks and tickles. Her revenge was sweet indeed.

The tables had finally turned for Raven Lynette. Once bound and at the mercy of her sadistic captor, she had dreamed of the day she could turn the tables and extract her revenge. That day had finally come.

Raven stood over her captive's prone form, her eyes gleaming with malice and anticipation. He was completely at her mercy now, restrained by pink leather cuffs that held his wrists and ankles firmly to the bedposts. For an extra dose of humiliation she hooded and gagged him with her dirty pantyhose, muffling his protests and obscuring his vision.

She wanted him to feel every exquisite sensation she had in store. She began at his feet, knowing how much he despised having them touched. She eyed his toes, spread wide and immobilized by straps to a metal bar. He was helpless to resist as she plucked a feather from an assortment of implements.

Raven dragged it lightly up his sole, watching his body jerk and hearing his muffled screams. The feather was just the beginning. Next came the electric toothbrush, its buzzing vibrations driving him wild. He thrashed on the bed, cock swollen and jutting obscenely from his parted thighs. The hairbrush proved to be his undoing, the stiff bristles attacked his most ticklish spots mercilessly.

Sweat poured off her captive's body, muscles ropey with strain as he fought his bonds. But Raven was just warming up. She had one final tool. The paddle cracked across his soles, making him jolt and clench around nothing.

She laughed, a cold, pitiless sound. "You should have known better than to cross me. Now you get to suffer as I did. And there's plenty more where that came from, darling."