Eles precisam de mais pausas para fumar neste trabalho, felizmente sei como introduzir escondido os cigarros para ter tempo sozinho com a minha coisa favorita de fazer! Eu nunca poderia desistir disso, estou totalmente viciado

Unable to reason with the mad-raging motel-robber, our busty waylaid beauties are stashed bound and gagged in their room! Trussed and helpless, they rage and slobber around super tight ballgags. Robbed, bound, humiliated, the gorgeous rockstars, stripped even of their expensive designer boots, thrash wildly!

“MMMHHHGGGUUMMM!!!” “UURRRMMMPPHHHH!!!!”

Includes: All Roped Up in Chairs, These Big-Boobed Rock Bitches Bring the House Down with Their Mmmmppphhhing Seat-Banging Antics!!

Two extra-bratty Dom-rockers – nice hybrids, yes – are staying overnight at The SoothSayer Motel – a seedy out of the way place that is pretty damned close to the Purview Arena, a few miles north of Calamity Junction, and where they THINK they’ll be performing. But a lunatic robber in the guise of the motel owner has other plans and we join him right now as he accosts Ms Curves, on her way for a glass of water or something suitably inane! Handgagging her bigstyle, he hustles the mouthy brat back to the room she is sharing with the gorgeous Miss Monaco, whom after much lip, submits at persuader point to be stripped along with Curves. Now we have the ladies bound and gagged – their mouths well taped as the nutter fondles and leaves them to squirm!

Now writhing bound and mouth taped on their bed, these unruly ‘guests’ are evidently objecting way too much to the in-progress robbing which is occurring, so the demented deviant who has overpowered them gets more rope out. LOTS more rope...

Now, with the naked bimbos ALL trussed up, naughty, noisy (not any more... Mmmmm) mouths covered to cheek-bulging perfection with some napkins fresh from the dining room, the dizzy miscreant makes a call to the staff! These powerless, jumbo-titted captives glare at him indignantly over their tight gags, listening intently as this devious scumbag is telling them to take the night off while HE takes his time relieving THEM of all of their cash, equipment (including Miss Monaco’s prized electric guitar, Jeffrey, which she NEVR leaves home for a tour without!!) and anything else he might purloin and pawn...

You’d BETTER get your struggle on, babes, and see where all of this leads!

Trussed up nicely, these frisky rock bitches are going nowhere fast. What they ARE doing is wildly thrashing around and OTM gagged on their seats. What does this character have planned for them?? Later, and after a LOT of hot struggling and gag talk from our heroines, the creep, before leaving, plays with their juicy tits and firm buttocks.... The babes gag fume angrily! And then they get discovered, with Miss Monaco on the floor?? Charlie evidently took a little tumble in the melee... Time to tie YOU TWO tighter!

They are outraged, as one might imagine, but, as they shake those mammoth titties and bounce on a chaise lounge, far more is to come – including You, Sir. Oh yes... Later, on the girls’ bed, and this guy can’t believe how hot these babes are as her ties and silences them with VERY snug ballgags and rope. He helps himself to their hot tits and asses as they writhe, getting all roped up and even more helpless as he heartens them with a mysterious ‘device’ he claims is in his pocket. Hmmmmmm... They gurgle and spume around that hard rubber as he feels them up, lovingly, before leaving them to squirm while he continues rifling their suitcases and what-not!

Struggling urgently in the motel bedroom, the way too hot, tied up nude ladies have sure had a jolly good hogtying! Thrusting around those tight pussies, our massive-mammed captives mumble away, scanning the room as if for sharp objects. They don’t immediately see any and their frustrations are evident. No WAY are they going to allow this – or do they simply have no choice?

Trussed up nicely, these frisky rock bitches are going nowhere fast. What they ARE doing is wildly thrashing around and gagged. What does this character have planned for them – besides cheekily photographing them naked?? Later, and after a LOT of hot struggling and gag talk from our heroines, the creep returns and plays with their juicy tits and firm buttocks.... The babes gag fume angrily, spitting around that red jammed-in rubber.

Deeply sexy ball gaggings and tons of hot, bedbound action! The serious cuties continue to struggle mightily, their pretty bare feet on proud display. and their lovely tits and assed stripped bare, the ladies bump around like crazy, hogtied and helpless. Two feisty vixens we are sure you will concur who look GREAT both in and OUT of their thigh highs. Damn, they are hot bitches.... And we LOVE gagging them for that!

***All productions (video & images) & associated bondage scenarios depicted are strictly of a role play and story driven nature and feature fully consenting participants aged over 18 and established safe signals (clearly defined within each fantasy scene) between model(s) and crew are in continual use throughout the production. Thus, these are pure, tongue in cheek adventuristic fantasy scenarios, without exception fully consensual, contextual and supported by model release to this effect***

V1797 - Charlie Monaco Peels Off Her Black Leggings - 4K UHD

Charlie Monaco walks into the white bedroom wearing a fitted black tank top and matching tight black leggings, the pink-covered metal bed and beige armchair behind her. She stands beside the mattress, then lies back on the pink cover still fully dressed in the black set. She rises, plants her hands on her hips, and sits on the edge of the bed to start working the leggings down her hips and tattooed thighs.

She stands again with the black leggings in her hands, now in the black tank and black panties. The tank comes off next; she drops it with the leggings and is left in only the panties for a short stretch before those come down as well. She lies back on the pink bedspread, shifting through reclined poses with her knees bent and legs moving while the camera stays on the same bed.

The later frames keep her on that mattress, now fully bare, turning from her back onto her side and sitting up on the edge of the bed. The sequence runs from the black tank and black leggings she arrived in all the way to her sitting and lying nude on the pink cover in the same room, each layer removed one piece at a time.

Unable to reason with the mad-raging motel-robber, our busty waylaid beauties are stashed bound and gagged in their room! Trussed and helpless, they rage and slobber around super tight ballgags. Robbed, bound, humiliated, the gorgeous rockstars, stripped even of their expensive designer boots, thrash wildly!

“MMMHHHGGGUUMMM!!!” “UURRRMMMPPHHHH!!!!”

Includes: All Roped Up in Chairs, These Big-Boobed Rock Bitches Bring the House Down with Their Mmmmppphhhing Seat-Banging Antics!!

Two extra-bratty Dom-rockers – nice hybrids, yes – are staying overnight at The SoothSayer Motel – a seedy out of the way place that is pretty damned close to the Purview Arena, a few miles north of Calamity Junction, and where they THINK they’ll be performing. But a lunatic robber in the guise of the motel owner has other plans and we join him right now as he accosts Ms Curves, on her way for a glass of water or something suitably inane! Handgagging her bigstyle, he hustles the mouthy brat back to the room she is sharing with the gorgeous Miss Monaco, whom after much lip, submits at persuader point to be stripped along with Curves. Now we have the ladies bound and gagged – their mouths well taped as the nutter fondles and leaves them to squirm!

Now writhing bound and mouth taped on their bed, these unruly ‘guests’ are evidently objecting way too much to the in-progress robbing which is occurring, so the demented deviant who has overpowered them gets more rope out. LOTS more rope...

Now, with the naked bimbos ALL trussed up, naughty, noisy (not any more... Mmmmm) mouths covered to cheek-bulging perfection with some napkins fresh from the dining room, the dizzy miscreant makes a call to the staff! These powerless, jumbo-titted captives glare at him indignantly over their tight gags, listening intently as this devious scumbag is telling them to take the night off while HE takes his time relieving THEM of all of their cash, equipment (including Miss Monaco’s prized electric guitar, Jeffrey, which she NEVR leaves home for a tour without!!) and anything else he might purloin and pawn...

You’d BETTER get your struggle on, babes, and see where all of this leads!

Trussed up nicely, these frisky rock bitches are going nowhere fast. What they ARE doing is wildly thrashing around and OTM gagged on their seats. What does this character have planned for them?? Later, and after a LOT of hot struggling and gag talk from our heroines, the creep, before leaving, plays with their juicy tits and firm buttocks.... The babes gag fume angrily! And then they get discovered, with Miss Monaco on the floor?? Charlie evidently took a little tumble in the melee... Time to tie YOU TWO tighter!

They are outraged, as one might imagine, but, as they shake those mammoth titties and bounce on a chaise lounge, far more is to come – including You, Sir. Oh yes... Later, on the girls’ bed, and this guy can’t believe how hot these babes are as her ties and silences them with VERY snug ballgags and rope. He helps himself to their hot tits and asses as they writhe, getting all roped up and even more helpless as he heartens them with a mysterious ‘device’ he claims is in his pocket. Hmmmmmm... They gurgle and spume around that hard rubber as he feels them up, lovingly, before leaving them to squirm while he continues rifling their suitcases and what-not!

Struggling urgently in the motel bedroom, the way too hot, tied up nude ladies have sure had a jolly good hogtying! Thrusting around those tight pussies, our massive-mammed captives mumble away, scanning the room as if for sharp objects. They don’t immediately see any and their frustrations are evident. No WAY are they going to allow this – or do they simply have no choice?

Trussed up nicely, these frisky rock bitches are going nowhere fast. What they ARE doing is wildly thrashing around and gagged. What does this character have planned for them – besides cheekily photographing them naked?? Later, and after a LOT of hot struggling and gag talk from our heroines, the creep returns and plays with their juicy tits and firm buttocks.... The babes gag fume angrily, spitting around that red jammed-in rubber.

Deeply sexy ball gaggings and tons of hot, bedbound action! The serious cuties continue to struggle mightily, their pretty bare feet on proud display. and their lovely tits and assed stripped bare, the ladies bump around like crazy, hogtied and helpless. Two feisty vixens we are sure you will concur who look GREAT both in and OUT of their thigh highs. Damn, they are hot bitches.... And we LOVE gagging them for that!

***All productions (video & images) & associated bondage scenarios depicted are strictly of a role play and story driven nature and feature fully consenting participants aged over 18 and established safe signals (clearly defined within each fantasy scene) between model(s) and crew are in continual use throughout the production. Thus, these are pure, tongue in cheek adventuristic fantasy scenarios, without exception fully consensual, contextual and supported by model release to this effect***

V1797 - Charlie Monaco Peels Off Her Black Leggings - 1080 HD

Charlie Monaco walks into the white bedroom wearing a fitted black tank top and matching tight black leggings, the pink-covered metal bed and beige armchair behind her. She stands beside the mattress, then lies back on the pink cover still fully dressed in the black set. She rises, plants her hands on her hips, and sits on the edge of the bed to start working the leggings down her hips and tattooed thighs.

She stands again with the black leggings in her hands, now in the black tank and black panties. The tank comes off next; she drops it with the leggings and is left in only the panties for a short stretch before those come down as well. She lies back on the pink bedspread, shifting through reclined poses with her knees bent and legs moving while the camera stays on the same bed.

The later frames keep her on that mattress, now fully bare, turning from her back onto her side and sitting up on the edge of the bed. The sequence runs from the black tank and black leggings she arrived in all the way to her sitting and lying nude on the pink cover in the same room, each layer removed one piece at a time.

Smoking her first cigarette in over 2 years, Charlie sneaks into her bedroom where she is alone, lights up and takes her first breath inhaling that beautiful white smoke, letting it fill her mouth.

Fumando seu primeiro cigarro em mais de 2 anos, Charlie se esgueira para seu quarto onde está sozinha, acende e dá sua primeira tragada inalando aquela bela fumaça branca, deixando-a encher sua boca.

Story

Charlie and Fero are very bored and Fero brought a box with him. They think about what to do on this boring day. Fero has the idea to do some fun bondage. He cuffs charlie and tells her to lay down on the ground. Charlie does this and is tied with duct tape. The cuffs around her wrists are removed and her hands get taped behind her back. She is hog zip tied as well before she gets a tight microfoam wrap gag. Fero decides to take some pictures of the now helpless Charlie. He leaves her for a bit of struggling and MMMPPPPPHHHHing through her gag.After a while Fero returns and asks Charlie if they can change the bondage position her wrists are untied and she hops to the pole. He re ties her wrists when she is almost ready to stand onto the pole. He ties her to the pole with duct tape. Fero tells Charlie "just to trust him" and continues taping her fully to the pole. He tells her he has to take something out of the car and leaves her fully tied to the pole. Charlie begins to panic as she realizes the severity of her situation. She tries to wiggle out of the duct tape, but it's too tight.He tells Charlie that he heard at the bar that she won the lottery and asks Charlie where the money is. Charlie responds by reacting shocked to this and at this point she is not really able to do anything against Fero. He tapes her head to the pole and leaves her to find the money. Charlie MMMMPPPPHHHHSSS through the gag and tries to tell him he has to let her go. He applies an extra layer to tie her to the pole and lets her think about it. Charlie struggles as much as she can while producing muffled gag talk. She looks around the room, hoping to find something to help her escape. As she tries to free herself, she realizes that her only hope is to somehow outsmart her captor and find a way to get out of this situation.Fero returns and asks her again where the money is. She doesn't want to tell him anything so her zips open her jumpsuit and leaves her to struggle again. She does her best but the tight tape ties are just too much for poor Charlie and she is only able to wiggle a bit and produce moans through her heavily stuffed gag. Suddenly, she hears a noise and freezes. She hopes it's someone coming to rescue her, but the sound fades away and she realizes she's still alone. Charlie starts to panic, wondering if she'll ever be found. After a good struggle she finally gives up...

British secret agents Charlie Monaco and Danni Foxx are in for a challenge as they undergo intense training to escape bondage. Dressed in skin-tight black bodysuits, these busty operatives are eager to learn from their American Special Ops trainer. He evaluates their reactions as they’re bound and gagged, their struggles intensifying under his watchful eye. Danni’s ample tits shake with every movement, while Charlie’s bounce furiously as their high heels are removed, leaving them barefoot and desperate.

The tied up damsels look at each other trying to loosen their bonds, as the trainer unzips their suits, pulls out their big tits and roughly gropes them - Danni and Charlie know this situation all too well. They moan and struggle in his arms continuing to shake their big titties but it's not enough - looks like some very focused training is what's need - Charlie and Danni must learn to escape one way or another !!

The gagged up sleuths, breathing in the scent of their own beautifully musky strappy heels – rumbled and exposed - lay naked on the wide bed in a slow, shining knot of rope, wrists hauled back to updrawn ankles so every breath bowed their bodies and tipped their hips into the coverlet. The feisty blonde worked her shoulders against the hogtie and felt the line cinch tighter, white-blonde hair stuck to her cheek, a glossy red ball filling her mouth until her lips stretched around it and spit threaded from the strap to the sheet. Beside her, super-busty Ms Monaco rocked in the same bind, breasts pressed warm to the bedding, her own cherry stopper buckled snug, cheeks rounded, a wet shine already at the corners of her mouth as she pushed her hot pussy in a restless little circle and found the ropes answered every grind. Neither undercover could speak, neither could straighten, and the dilemma was simple and delicious: stay still and ache, or writhe and make the tie sweeter.

Brianna and Ms Monaco had come to Basil Hawthorne’s manse dressed for the evening... The blonde and the brunette had played wealthy socialites long enough to get inside; now they were on the wide bed, eveningwear tossed asunder somewhere out of sight, skin warm against the coverlet, wrists drawn behind them in neat coils. Lucious Brianna, feisty even with her mouth sealed, wore a skin-tight strip of white cloth that hugged her lips and cheeks and kept every clever remark locked behind it. Her eyes stayed bright above the gag, tracking the room as if the game were still hers to call.

Ms Monaco took the challenge the way she took everything else: chest high, mouth working, hands and ankles already bound and still finding something to say. Hawthorne’s chief minion waited her out with the patience of a man who liked a loud woman best when she was about to go quiet. The rubber ball was glossy, juice-bright, sized for a mouth that had been talking too long. He set it between her lips, eased the strap home, and buckled it snug at the nape. The last of her commentary turned into a muffled hum. Brianna watched the whole business over the white cloth and shifted her shoulders, ropes creaking, as if she were taking notes for later.

Word had already reached the house that the pair were undercovers, tipped by someone inside the operation whose name neither woman had yet. Brianna held out through the first round of questions, cloth tight, chin lifted, giving them nothing. The white strip came away only long enough for the red ball to replace it. Ms Monaco’s gag was swapped for a matching girly stopper, cherry-red and shining. Side by side on the bed, both mouths were stopped the same way, straps neat, cheeks rounded around the rubber, saliva already gathering at the corners.

The hogtie came next, unhurried and thorough. Ankles drawn up, wrists linked to them, bodies bowed into a slow, rocking curve that put their hips where the ropes wanted them. Brianna tested the new tension and found it exact; every small push of her thighs shifted the whole arrangement and sent a fresh pull through her shoulders. Ms Monaco answered with a roll of her own, breasts pressed to the coverlet, the red ball bobbing as she breathed around it. Drool slipped past both gags in thin, glossy threads and spotted the sheet.

They writhed because the ropes invited it. Brianna worked her knees, blonde hair stuck to her cheek, the white-turned-red stopper shining whenever she turned her face. Each grind of her hips dragged her hot pussy along the bedding and tightened the line from wrists to ankles until she had to ease off and start again. Ms Monaco matched her, slower, deeper, the ballgag creaking faintly against her teeth as she pushed and settled and pushed once more. The room stayed warm. Nobody hurried them.

Hawthorne’s man stayed at the foot of the bed and watched the two undercovers learn the shape of the tie. Brianna’s gagged mouth worked around the red ball in little, useless shapes that might have been threats or might have been something sweeter. Ms Monaco’s eyes had gone heavy-lidded, spit shining on her chin, body rocking in the hogtie as if she meant to wear the ropes out before they wore her out. The unknown leak in the operation could wait. For the moment the only sounds were rope, breath, and the soft wet click of two ballgags doing their job.

By the time the lamp was turned down, both women were flushed and slick, still trussed, still drooling through the gags, still pushing their hot pussies in slow, restless circles against the bed. Brianna caught Ms Monaco’s eye over the shine of rubber and held it. Whatever had given them up, whoever had sold the evening, the two of them were exactly where the ropes had put them, mouth-wateringly compromised and in no hurry to be anywhere else.

***All productions (video & images) & associated bondage scenarios depicted are strictly of a role play and story driven nature and feature fully consenting participants and established safe signals (clearly defined within each fantasy scene) between model(s) and crew are in continual use throughout the production. Thus, these are pure, tongue in cheek adventuristic fantasy scenarios, without exception fully consensual, contextual and supported by model release to this effect***

In the next thrilling episode of superheroine Green Specter’s ordeal at the hands of the villainous Cowboy, the helpless heroine is still tied down to a medieval rack whilst her former crimefighting colleague Wolf Woman slowly rotates the wheel.

Her sidekick Specter Girl, is powerless to do anything as she is locked in a metal frame, looking on forlornly at her partner’s desperate dilemma.

But just as Green Specter can't take any more, something strange begins to happen...

Wolf Woman suddenly stops turning the rack and begins blinking, holding her head in her hands.

“Wolf Woman!” Green Specter yells. “You’re coming back around!”

Sure enough, the effects of The Cowboy's punishment is starting to wear off as the bewildered beauty slowly regains her senses.

Wolf Woman looks around in confusion, not knowing where she is or why she cannot remember. She is told to calm down by Green Specter who says she will explain everything once she unties her.

Wolf Woman agrees and immediately sets to work unchaining the bound blonde but then suddenly The Cowboy walks in to catch her in the act...