Insex Anna – Bridge
Pd discovers sweet Anna in the Insex chat room. When they meet in person, her trusting demeanor lets him enjoy her fully for a day and a night before he packs her in a suitcase and wheels her over the bridge for her live feed.
As Pd surfs the Insex chat, he entices Anna into a private chat room. She eagerly agrees to meet him in person that evening. By the time he arrives at the bar, she’s downed three beers. He orders her a fourth. Tipsy Anna invites him to her apartment to play. As soon as their coats are shed, he has her handcuffed. When he opens his satchel, his intentions are clear. Ropes, dildo, hood. And after he has her trussed and helpless, he rifles her things, finding a stash of marijuana and cocaine. Before the evening is out, he’s stripped her, suffocated her, shot coke up her ass, and instructed her in the fine art of mouth-fucking.
Poor Anna spends the night hogtied in the bathtub. As day dawns over the Brooklyn Bridge, she screams and cries. He returns with a suitcase, binding her tightly and folding her inside. The suitcase bangs down every step as he transports Anna out to the street. He wheels her across the bridge, pausing to open the suitcase in the frigid morning air to give his bound and naked prisoner a brief view of the day.
Soon she’s nicely displayed in the studio, bound to a post, her nipples and pussy taking the repeated devil’s kiss of a singletail. He leaves her there, hooded, struggling. A viewer sits in front of his computer screen, watching her.
As Pd surfs the Insex chat, he entices Anna into a private chat room. She eagerly agrees to meet him in person that evening. By the time he arrives at the bar, she’s downed three beers. He orders her a fourth. Tipsy Anna invites him to her apartment to play. As soon as their coats are shed, he has her handcuffed. When he opens his satchel, his intentions are clear. Ropes, dildo, hood. And after he has her trussed and helpless, he rifles her things, finding a stash of marijuana and cocaine. Before the evening is out, he’s stripped her, suffocated her, shot coke up her ass, and instructed her in the fine art of mouth-fucking.
Poor Anna spends the night hogtied in the bathtub. As day dawns over the Brooklyn Bridge, she screams and cries. He returns with a suitcase, binding her tightly and folding her inside. The suitcase bangs down every step as he transports Anna out to the street. He wheels her across the bridge, pausing to open the suitcase in the frigid morning air to give his bound and naked prisoner a brief view of the day.
Soon she’s nicely displayed in the studio, bound to a post, her nipples and pussy taking the repeated devil’s kiss of a singletail. He leaves her there, hooded, struggling. A viewer sits in front of his computer screen, watching her.