Bollywood throat

Illeana is one of Bollywood's hottest actresses. It wasn't just that, however, it was the way he smiled, the way he walked, and most importantly, his sexy, young throat. I had to have it. But how?

I had been harassing her for months. He followed her in his big black van with painted windows, always with ready-made night vision binoculars. She saw her coming and leaving the various sets, restaurants and cafes, and even her house and regular hotels. She took photos of her and specifically from her beautiful young face and throat. He put photos in his truck and in his little apartment. I knew what I wanted to do with her and I knew I wanted it, even if I hadn't met him yet.

One day she looks at her getting out of her house to run in her regular time, she's still in her dark van. He approaches the side of the road right in front of her. She sees him pull over but doesn't think much about it. He left the vehicle and goes to the back of the truck and opens the rear doors. As you run, look in your truck and see there's nothing inside. He's got a strange feeling of this guy, but he's over on his route.

While she's thinking how strange it just happened, she suddenly panicked as she quickly approached her ass steps and before she has time to react to a male hand coming around her throat and put some kind of cloth into her mouth and nose so she could only breathe what allowed her to breathe, namely, chloroform. She struggled a little but quickly fainted. He picked it up and put it on his shoulder, looked around to make sure no one was looking, and put it on the back of his truck. He closed the doors and closed them.

Take the young actress to her house in the woods - away from civilization. It's dark outside and unconscious. She doesn't know where she's going or who's taking here. When you arrive at your house in the woods our 'hero' opens the back doors of your truck and picks up the Indian actress in both arms and takes her unconscious, to the small flight of steps leading to the front door and the open house. Once inside it puts it on the floor. He rotates and blocks the heavy mahogany door with a key in three places. Set the key under a board. Enter the library and get a copy of Sherlock Holmes stories that opens a door in the center of the library. Walk back to the actress and climb her up and take her to the library, down the twisted stairs and into the dark dungeon. The only light is a candle on the wall at the bottom of the stairs that I had lit before leaving the house that day.

Take the actress to a frame she built especially for this day. He put it in the wood frame. It's high enough and strong enough to support your weight, which is not good. It is built in the form of the Virtruvian man of Leonardo with arms stretched in straight angles to the body and legs stretched as if standing but placed slightly apart.

He's still unconscious while fasting one leg with one leather strap and then the other. His legs spread. He feels his lust growing in his brain and in his loins. Quickly fast your arms with leather straps also and place your head on a specially built head body that supports your shoulders, then closes around your neck enough to be safe but free enough to allow breathing and some small movement, though not much. Its head itself has no support and hanging from the wooden frame resting against a vertical bra that connects to the ground with its long and luxurious black hair hanging down. Her beautiful face is face down and her mouth opens.

The man grabs a bucket of ice water and leaves it in the face of the actresses bringing her awake with a shock. She tries to jump while awake, but of course she is not able to due to the solid wooden bracelet around her neck. It drowns while hitting the throat in the wooden cricket that surrounds your neck while trying to get up. She revolves her arms and legs and realizes that she cannot move at all screams in terror. The man just smiles. This was the day I had been waiting for years. He was very horny looking at his beautiful foliage in fear for his life. "Now, now you bitch," he says severely. "You're not going anywhere...at least not until I've used you until I'm bored," he added.

She moved her eyes quickly and saw the man. He was standing there in the dark, he couldn't even distinguish his features, but he was threatening and holding his big dick on his left hand, striving to the attention. I was smiling bad while I was talking. Then he remembered that he had been screwing when they grabbed her and fainted. He screamed again as he walked towards her pumping her stiff dick with her hand. "I'm gonna fuck you so good a bitch," he said, "but that scream has to stop." He walked towards his face and with his right hand he put a dirty rag in his mouth open to see it. His cried scream was much more pleasant in the ears than he decided. Still pumping her now erect dick the man got away from her face, around her left arm and back to her torso where she could no longer see it. He said nothing more than to reach with his right hand and he got into his beautiful young tits while beating his dick. He had a tight shirt of handkerchiefs and that had to go, so he ripped it off with a huge idiot who sent a shake of pain through his body due to the strength of the asshole. His cute pink nipples were erected in the coldness of the dungeon and he cherished them with his right hand, pinching them and pulling them to the attention. He squeezed them and tortured them cruelly while he was sore. He slapped his tits gently and then harder making them red. He took a few tongs and put one in each nipple causing a little more pain. He laughed at that.

Then he took his spandex shorts and pulled them out of his body and pulled his shoes running, his white socks and then his panties. Everything went down. It didn't look like a tampon. Well, I hated menstruation. He played with the girl's clitoris with his free hand while masturbating. He pushed one, two, then three fingers in his tight pussy and grabbed them inside and out of his dry hole. Although it wasn't bad and despite his terror he got a little wet there. Once she was sufficiently lubricated into her own girl juice, she put her whole hand in her tight pussy and flexed her fingers into her pussy. He groaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain. I've never had such a big object in your little pussy. His hand was covered with his shit juice now as he pumped his fist into his pussy. He loved the warm feeling of his vagina around his hand and had a philosophical thought or two with his hand so encapsulated in his shit tunnel.

Eventually however he got bored and pulled his wet hand out of his vulva and put two of his freshly wet fingers on his tight ass. He resisted at first while pushing one and then another of his wet digits in his pretty shithole. He fucked his fingers inside and out of his ass, expanding his fingers once they were inside and bringing them back once he pulled them out. One of his favorite things was to fold one of his fingers into his ass to get him into his vagina. Although that was fun and he did it several times to actresses. When he got bored of this he pulled his asshole's hand and returned to his face, he pulled the oily rag out of his mouth and replaced it with his smelly fingers. He fucked his mouth with his fingers that yelled at his ass until he had cleaned his lube fingers. He had a nasty look on his face and vomited a little while he fucked his mouth with his fingers stained with shit. "Idiot" whispered when he finished it. He smiled again and his pants fell. His giant erection was coming out of his body like a flag. He hit his hard face with his left hand to open his eyes and mouth with surprise. He ripped his hard dick off the narrow throat of the bitch. "Shit" said in a state of complete lust. He just agitated and made drowning noises while he put his dick in and out of his throat with fast movements like the piston, holding his hair and using them as handlebars while he fucked his tight throat with no mercy. He looked and smothered while doing this, tears forming in his eyes, as he vomited from his mouth around his dick while the piston shitted his pretty head.

She felt abused and humiliated. She was the complete whore and slave of this man. He owned it and could do what he liked. She felt completely degraded and subordinated to this man.

He put one hand around the base of the skull of the bitches and the other around his throat, just above the wooden visa that holds it instead. He shoved all the length of his dick in the slut's narrow throat, fucking like he was a pussy. He just bet and kept vomiting. He had not been able to breathe for the last 30 seconds or as his mouth was full of dick and saliva and puke. Her eyes turned back into her head and she began to see stars beyond the tears that were settled in her sad eyes.

Man cared little about his comfort but much for his own pleasure. He loved fucking the face of this bitch; it was what he did. He continued to scrape his hole with his turbid penis while drowning and vomiting. Seeing that he was on the verge of death, however he pulled his dick out of his face with a plop sound that left saliva and puke verter from his red lips and saliva-wet face. He slapped her hard and spit her several times. "Wait a whore!" he shouted. He started breathing again on his own, but he felt awful. He laughed at her and hit her again.

It has a stool so you can get up higher and place it right in front of your hanging head. He put himself on the stool so that his knees were close to his face and bent pushing all the length of his erection into his skull through his pretty face. He stood up putting his hands on his tits and supporting the weight of his large body on the solid and hard piece of wood that surrounds his neck. He had built this device well.

This gave her serious access to the whore's throat since she didn't have to reach in this position. He plunged mercilessly into the skull of the bitches from this upper position while approximately he handled his tits. Everything was out of vomit and all he could get out of his mouth were great streams of saliva every time he pulled his big dick out of his face. He felt horrible; his throat and mouth were beyond belief. But something felt good. She realized at the time she loved this man, this rapist, this fucking bastard. He belonged to him and wanted him to shit every night, if possible for the rest of his life. That's what happened.