Sit there in the corner cuck and listen to me get fucked by a real man. We will humiliate you as you watch me get pleasured in a way you could never!

Mila opens the door to a masked man in a black tank top, he stops Mila in the hallway claiming he’s a cop, cuffs hanging from his waistband, and tells her to walk ahead so he can keep an eye on her. She glances back, already unsure if he is a real officer. In the living room he tells her she is under arrest. She resists. He grabs her, takes her down onto the rug, and hauls her back up while she calls it humiliating.

He cuffs her hands behind her back and shackles her ankles over her heels. The chain is short. He makes her walk in it. Each step is small and awkward, heels clicking, shackles biting at her ankles, and she complains they are on too tight. Bent forward on the rug, she tells him he is the creepiest guy she has ever dealt with.

He stands her up, hikes her dress, and strip-searches her. His hands move over her chest, then he makes her squat in the cuffs and shackles while he checks her. She stays locked and off balance, calling it humiliating as he gropes his way through the search.

He sits her in the orange chair and switches her to a tight waist chain with the cuffs in front. One heel comes off and lands on the rug. He drops to his knees, pulls his mask down, and takes her bare foot in both hands. His mouth goes straight to the sole. He licks a slow line from heel to arch, then closes his lips around the ball of her foot and sucks. She stares down at him, lips parted, brows tight, clearly creeped out, red toes flexing as he holds her still.

He lifts the foot higher, thumb pressed into the arch, chain hanging between them, and keeps sucking. His tongue works the sole, then he pulls the toes into his mouth one after another, lips sealed around them, before dragging his tongue back down the arch. He moves up and mouths at her chest, taking her huge tits in his mouth. He then drops back to the rug. Both feet are bare now, the other heel discarded. He stretches out, grips her ankle, and pulls the sole to his face again. He licks the length of it, sucks at the arch, and stays there with his mouth open on her foot while she watches from the chair, shoulders drawn in. When he leaves she is still shackled, red toes flexing, looking down at her own feet and complaining the cuffs and shackles are on too tight and how will she get free.

The curtain is drawn aside.

Mila lies naked on the hospital bed — tanned skin, heavy tits, long dark hair fanned on the mint sheet. White medical cuffs lock her wrists and ankles to the frame. She can twist and pull. She isn’t going anywhere.

She takes a metal bit gag in her mouth first, lips stretched around the red bar. Clear vacuum cups seal over her nipples, tubing running up to the quietly cycling machine. A third cup locks over her clit. The pumps work in a steady rhythm. Each pulse draws her tissue outward; each release leaves her a little more swollen. Her tits darken inside the glass. Her clit plumps under the suction. She writhes against the mattress, hips rolling, thighs tensing in the straps, a muffled sound leaking around the bit every time the machine hisses and clicks.

When the timed cycle ends, the clit cup comes off. What’s left is flushed, swollen, and painfully sensitive. He puts a wand on it. Her back arches off the sheet. Her whole body yields to the vibration — eyes wet, chest lifting, legs shaking in the ankle restraints.

The breast cups come off next. Her nipples are dark, veined, and heavy. He flicks them, rolls them between his fingers, then presses the wand against them. She shakes from shoulders to toes.

He moves her over the side rail. Still strapped, bent over the metal, hair in his fist, she takes him into her mouth. Saliva runs down her chin as he works deeper with each stroke. She gags, looks up at him, and keeps taking it messy.

The red ball gag goes in next. She’s turned the other way, ass and pussy pushed through the bars, feet still cuffed, soles showing. He sinks into her. A muffled sound escapes around the gag. He uses her wet heat, pulling back each time she tightens, keeping her on the edge.

Then she’s on her back again — arms strapped, legs hauled high, ball gag in place, breast pumps resealed. He drives into her harder and deeper until her body locks and she comes around him.

He leaves her like that: wriggling in the restraints, still twitching, his cum sliding out of her while she’s gagged and tied to the hospital bed.

Medical restraint. Vacuumed tits. Clit pump. Bit gag. Ball gag. Sloppy face-fuck. Doggy through the rail. Raw creampie.

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Mila wanted to experience the cow milker and the farmer made sure she was going to have the full treatment. She’s gagged and strapped to the frame and the milkers are attached to her big boobs. Her udders are pumped hard as she reacts. She drools, moans and gag talks as she experiences the powerful suction for the fist time. Now the farmer also has his fun using her body. She’s oiled up licked, fingered and fucked as the machine pumps her. She’s left creampied, gagged and locked to the machine.

Watch how I handle a real cock, an alpha man who takes what he wants. That’s the kind of cocks I play with.

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Flirty inmate Mila is locked in her cell, teasing the guard through the bars and trying to talk her way out. A masked man bursts in to spring a friend, knocks the guard out, and Mila immediately turns on the charm, thinking she can flirt her way to freedom.

Instead he cuffs and ropes her to the bunk, gags her, and uses her mouth and pussy before covering her taped, gagged face and leaving her bound and dripping in the cell.

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Zoe stands outside the building in her navy police bodysuit and black thigh-high boots, radio at her mouth. The zip sits open down her chest, her full breasts pushed up and together in the deep V. Black harness straps cross her shoulders and wrap her thighs. “Yeah, I’m at the address of Detective Mila’s last location. All I know is she was on a big case. I’ll radio back once I know more.”

She slips inside and walks the halls. The short bodysuit clings to her hips and the heavy curve of her ass. Her thick thighs flex in the straps. The boots click on the floor. Every step lifts her chest, cleavage on show, red hair falling around her face as she checks each room.

The villain waits out of sight. When she passes he takes hold of her and pulls her away.

Moments later he has her restrained. Zoe’s breathing is high, breasts rising against the open zip. She asks where Detective Mila is and tells him backup is on its way. The villain tells her there is no backup coming and that Detective Mila is somewhere safe. She passed all her tests. Will Zoe? Zoe is getting more and more aroused by him, she wants him to use her and she tells him so. He fills her mouth with the gag and finishes the ties. Rope tightens around her wrists and arms. The harness already on her body becomes part of the bind. Her tits swell against the navy fabric.

She hangs in strappado from a chain. Elbows and wrists are bound together behind her. Her body folds forward, ass out in the short bodysuit, back arched, a red ball gag stretching her lips. The zip gapes wider. Her heavy breasts hang and sway. The thigh straps bite her skin. The boots stay planted. She twists, saliva on her chin, muffled sound leaking around the ball, cleavage and ass both on display.

The villain returns. Zoe tries to speak through the gag, real words coming out wet and broken as she wriggles. He spanks the bare undersides of her ass where the bodysuit rides up, then teases the swell of her tits through the open zip. He takes the gag out. She takes him in her mouth, lips wet, red hair falling forward, bound chest still pushed out.

Naked on the bed she is frog-tied. Thighs bound to calves hold her knees wide. Her breasts sit huge and bare. Her waist is narrow against the fullness of her hips. Her pussy is shaved and open between thick thighs. He teases her, plays with her, until she shakes. He turns her so her ass is in the air, cheeks parted, and works her with the wand. A strip of microfoam tape seals her mouth. She moans into it, hips rolling, tits pressed into the sheets as she orgasms.

A chest harness wraps her torso and frames her breasts even tighter. She stays tied with her hands now in front. On the bench the machine and the villain take turns with her — the dildo stretching her pussy, then her mouth around him, then back again. Her body stays open and bound, heavy tits moving with each thrust, thighs held wide by the rope.

Now he takes her to the front of the bed she is locked in the stocks. A wrap gag of layered grey tape covers her mouth and presses into her cheeks. Her legs stay free in the boots, or bare if they have come off. The chest rope still crosses her breasts. He finishes inside of her. She is left in the stocks like that: red hair messy, lips wrapped, chest harnessed, ass and pussy still on show.

He now hog ties her tightly on the bed, she furiously squirms and wriggles before closing the curtain on her.

Where is detective Mila and when will he return?

Mila is home alone in a tight white top that hugs her chest, white panties, full-length black leggings painted to her hips and thighs, and fresh white socks folded neat and high over the ankle cuffs so the white band sits on the dark fabric. Hair down, loose, wavy. Soft body. Full breasts filling the top. Ass and thighs packed into the leggings. Pretty feet in those clean folded socks. A man in work clothes walks in to the room. She shocked and asks what he’s doing but the mystery man explains her husband sent him and he’s here to do some work on the house. She apologises and he’s on his way off to work.

Then as she plumps the pillows on the bed he returns. He takes her from behind. Wrists together at the small of her back. Rope wound tight — loops biting her skin, knot snug, elbows drawn, chest pushed out. She is bound. She twists her shoulders, tests the tie, feels it hold. She is feisty and playful as he does so. He has her and she enjoys it. He places his palms over the tight white top, squeezing her breasts through the fabric, pulling the neckline so they spill. Fingers down the front of the leggings, into the white panties, rubbing her through her leggings. She looks back furious at how much she’s enjoying his touch. Jaw tight. Then the sound breaks out of her anyway — low, reluctant, sexy.

With the leggings still on he uses the wand on her now and she moans even louder!

Standing, her bound arms making her back arch, breasts forward. He grinds against the seat of the black leggings, hand down the front, wand on her clit through the layers. She is on her toes in those folded white socks, legs pressed together.

He keeps her standing. Legs locked. Feet together. Her panties are down over the waist of the black leggings so the white cotton sits on the dark fabric while he works her from behind — hands on her hips, on the rope at her wrists, on her tits through the tight top. She can’t use her arms. She can only take it, look back at him furious, and feel her own body give her away.

Then he sits and pulls her into his lap. Her ass settles against him, bound hands useless behind her back. The wand is on her pussy. His fingers are in her panties. She bounces on pointed toes in those neat white socks, throwing dirty looks over her shoulder, moaning through her teeth like she hates that it feels good. She is bound and wet, riding him in the lap.

Next he bends her over the bed. Doggystyle through the open leggings and the panties pulled down. Ass up. Rope tight across her back. He slaps against her, She is face-down, tied, glaring, grunting every time he bottoms out.

Reverse cowgirl is the last time you see the leggings. Black fabric still on her thighs. White socks still folded. Wrists still tied. She rides him angry, hair in her face, chest out because her arms are bound. She is bare-legged in the same neatly folded white socks, same rope on her wrists. Cowgirl now. Shirt up. His mouth on her breasts, sucking her nipples while she sits on him tied. Defiant and turned on at the same time

He turns her for spooning. Her body pulled back against his, bound arms trapped between them, one leg drawn up. He fucks her slow and deep, hand on her breast, mouth on her tit, spanking her ass when she tries to stay quiet. He fucks her hard and groans loudly as his load fills inside of her.

Mila aparece para colocar o papo em dia com seu amigo Alex. Eles se acomodam no sofá e a conversa rapidamente se volta para sua nova namorada. Alex admite que ela não está conseguindo contê-lo do jeito que ele gosta. Mila ri e se oferece para mostrar a ele como se faz corretamente. Alex fica mais do que feliz em aceitar o desafio.

Mila começa amarrando os pulsos dele firmemente com corda, puxando cada nó com segurança para que as mãos dele fiquem completamente imobilizadas. Com os braços contidos, ela desce as calças dele e passa os dedos ao longo das coxas, circulando o pau dele sem exatamente dar o que ele quer. Quando ele gagueja de surpresa, ela faz uma pausa e pergunta se ele quer que ela pare. Ele não quer.

Ela se inclina e o leva à boca, girando a língua ao redor da cabeça antes de deslizar mais fundo até engoli-lo por completo. Então ela puxa a parte de cima para baixo, liberando seus seios grandes e pesados. Alex se esforça contra as cordas, desesperado para tocá-los, mas as amarras seguram firme. O sorriso malicioso de Mila mostra o quanto ela está aproveitando o controle.

Em seguida, ela o move para uma cadeira e o deixa completamente nu. Ela amarra cada tornozelo dele a uma perna da cadeira, enrolando a corda firmemente e apertando-a mais enquanto ele se mexe e testa as amarras. Quando ele está totalmente aberto e preso, ela volta sua atenção para o pau dele, acariciando e provocando até ele ficar dolorido. Então ela coloca uma mordaça de bola branca entre os lábios dele e a prende atrás da cabeça. Os gemidos dele ficam abafados e a saliva começa a escorrer sobre o peito nu. Mila dá um beijo suave na mordaça, claramente excitada por ter seu amigo completamente à sua mercê—e pelo fato de ele estar traindo sua nova namorada.

Ainda em seu vestido preto justo e salto alto, ela começa um strip-tease lento na frente dele. Ela se esfrega contra o colo dele, levantando o vestido para que sua buceta nua deslize ao longo do pau dele. Centímetro por centímetro, ela tira o vestido até ficar apenas de salto. Seus seios cheios e curvas ficam totalmente à mostra enquanto ela continua esfregando e provocando ele.

Ela se abaixa e prende o pau dele entre seus seios grandes, deslizando para cima e para baixo enquanto ele geme impotente atrás da mordaça. Então ela sobe em cima, usando o pau dele para se levar ao orgasmo—esfregando e quicando até gozar com força. Ela lambe seus próprios sucos da haste do pau dele antes de envolver a mão nele novamente. Ela o leva ao limite repetidamente, trazendo-o à beira apenas para recuar, até finalmente permitir que ele exploda em uma carga espessa e pesada.

Mesmo depois que ele termina, Mila o mantém firmemente amarrado e amordaçado enquanto se inclina e diz exatamente o quanto ela é melhor do que a nova namorada dele.

Mila entra no quarto já ruborizada e pingando dentro de seu macacão preto brilhante colado ao corpo, o material lustroso esticado tenso sobre cada curva de seus seios fartos, cintura fina, bunda redonda e longas pernas, o tecido capturando a luz a cada respiro. Botas pretas completam o visual. Seu parceiro dá uma única olhada no quão visivelmente excitada ela está e decide que contenções são o único jeito de lidar com ela.

Ele ordena que ela fique de frente para a parede, pés afastados, braços esticados para o alto e bem separados. Por trás ele passa as mãos lentamente sobre o macacão liso, segurando em concha seus peitos pesados, deslizando entre suas coxas abertas para pressionar contra sua virilha encharcada, explorando cada área íntima através da camada fina e brilhante até que ela esteja tremendo. Só então ele puxa os pulsos dela para trás das costas e os trava em algemas metálicas apertadas, o aço mordendo sua pele conforme as algemas se fecham com um clique. Correntes pesadas para pernas são presas em volta de seus tornozelos, os elos frios pesando sobre ela e restringindo cada passo.

Ainda imobilizada, ela é guiada até uma cadeira e obrigada a sentar. Com as mãos algemadas atrás das costas e as correntes tilintando aos seus pés, ela se inclina para frente e o leva fundo na boca, chupando avidamente enquanto implora por mais. Ele responde enfiando uma calcinha fio-dental úmida entre seus lábios e envolvendo sua cabeça com várias camadas apertadas de fita adesiva até que apenas sons abafados escapem. Uma máscara de couro preta é deslizada sobre seu rosto—deixada aberta inicialmente para que seus olhos permaneçam visíveis e suplicantes.

Ele a curva sobre si mesmo, as algemas e correntes moldam-na num arco profundo, e rasga a virilha do macacão brilhante, expondo-a completamente. Um plug anal grosso é pressionado em seu ânus, dilatando-a enquanto o material lustroso enquadra a intrusão. Então ele se senta e a puxa para baixo sobre seu pau para que ela o monte na posição vaqueira, o macacão rasgado e as correntes ainda travados no lugar. A máscara permanece aberta primeiro; quando depois ele fecha o zíper completamente, ela só pode gemer baixinho através da grossa mordaça de fita enquanto ele continua penetrando-a por baixo.

Ele interrompe a transa antes que qualquer um dos dois termine-deixando-a visivelmente frustrada. A máscara tem o zíper aberto mais uma vez e ela tenta desesperadamente colocar a boca nele de novo, mas o capuz apertado e a fita remanescente impossibilitam isso.

Uma coleira grossa de couro é afivelada em volta de seu pescoço e uma guia clipada nela. Ele a conduz engatinhando pelo quarto até um pilar robusto. Lá seus braços são realgemados alto atrás do pilar, tornozelos ainda acorrentados, e suas pernas são colocadas numa amarração tipo sapo. Um vibrador varinha potente é firmemente fixado com fita contra seu clitóris e a virilha rasgada do macacão, a fita envolvendo bem apertado suas coxas para que cada movimento só pressione mais forte a cabeça vibradora contra ela. Ela é deixada lutando e tremendo enquanto a varinha a conduz através de um intenso orgasmo após outro, o macacão brilhante reluzente de suor, as correntes e algemas sacudindo a cada movimento desesperado.

Finalmente, pouco antes de ele gozar, ele fecha totalmente o zíper da máscara e diz a ela que sabe o quanto ela ama ver um pau duro, mas dessa vez ela não verá nenhum. Ele se masturba e goza abundantemente sobre o rosto dela, a máscara selada, seu pescoço acolheirado e o macacão preto brilhante, pintando a superfície lustrosa com cordões grossos de porra.

Ainda presa ao pilar, amarrada como sapo e acolheirada, cega e amordaçada, a varinha ainda fixada no lugar, seu corpo se contraindo com espasmos enquanto a porra escorre lentamente pelo macacão apertado e reflexivo e pela máscara selada.

Tilly chega para o que ela pensa ser um simples teste. Uma mensagem da esposa prepara o cenário: verificar como o marido reage. Ela respira fundo enquanto ele a conduz até a sala de estar, seu olhar já demorando na curva da cintura dela e no volume suave dos seios sob a blusa.

Ele a convida a sentar-se. Ela se inclina, voz brincalhona e provocante, dizendo que ele está ainda melhor do que nas fotos e perguntando onde eles vão no encontro. Ele sorri maliciosamente, percebe tudo imediatamente e a desmascara. O choque a paralisa por um momento quando suas mãos fecham em torno dos pulsos dela e inclinam seu rosto para cima. Olhos arregalados encontram os dele. Ela testa a pegada com uma rápida luta dos braços antes que ele recue um pouco. Ela admite a verdade — sim, foi a esposa que a enviou — depois suaviza, confessando que nunca esperava que ele fosse tão gostoso. Segue-se um consentimento pleno e ansioso. Ela diz a ele para fazer o que quiser.

A fita adesiva aparece. Ele a amarra completamente: tornozelos firmemente colados com fita, mais tiras debaixo dos joelhos e debaixo da bunda para manter suas pernas dobradas e controladas. Faixas largas envolvem seu peito, comprimindo e levantando seus peitos macios. Os pulsos são presos atrás das costas, travando seus braços no lugar. Uma tira de fita comprime seus lábios juntos. Ela se deita no chão, corpo arqueado e tensionado contra a fita brilhante, saliva já começando a escorrer pela mordaça enquanto ela se contorce e testa cada restrição. Ele volta para provocá-la — dedos e boca nos seus peitos fartos, beliscando e circulando seus mamilos duros, então deslizando mais baixo para acariciar e brincar com sua boceta até ela estar pingando e inquieta sob a fita.

As contenções mudam. Ele a posiciona na posição 'sapo' com fita, joelhos bem afastados, tornozelos puxados perto das coxas para que seus quadris fiquem abertos e expostos. Sua calcinha é puxada para o lado. De joelhos, ela o recebe entre os lábios esticados ao redor do pau dele enquanto a fita mantém sua parte inferior aberta e reveladora. Então ele enfia aquela mesma calcinha profundamente na boca dela e sela com três tiras firmes de fita sobre os lábios e bochechas, as camadas brilhantes reluzentes. Deitada novamente, ele abre suas coxas e lambe sua boceta exposta em lambidas longas e deliberadas antes de deslizar dentro dela, fodendo-a de costas e depois virando-a de lado, a fita-sapo mantendo-a aberta e a mordaça-de-calcinha abafando cada gemido.

A fita é removida da boca dela apenas tempo suficiente para ele perguntar se ela aguenta mais. Ela implora por isso — mais, mais forte, tudo. A calcinha volta para dentro e ele enrola uma mordaça apertada de fita sobre elas diante da câmera, selando sua boca completamente. Os pulsos permanecem amarrados e presos para que ela continue controlada enquanto suas pernas são liberadas para a posição de quatro. Todas as outras fitas continuam: peito ainda comprimido, cotovelos travados, as amarras anteriores moldando seu corpo. Ele a toma por trás, metendo fundo até tirar e finalizar no rosto dela, esperma caindo sobre a mordaça apertada de fita e suas bochechas coradas.

Finalmente, ele a rola para uma completa amarração de fita estilo 'hogtie' — pulsos e tornozelos unidos juntos atrás das costas, corpo curvado, peitos pressionados contra o chão, a fita brilhante reluzente sobre cada curva. Enquanto ela jaz ali amarrada e respirando pesadamente, ele faz a ligação para sua esposa, convidando-a para vir para que o jogo possa continuar.