Latex Prisoner
- Brand: Studio Bling
- Model Latex_048
- Video Size: 1920×1080
- Data size: 1GB
- Video Time: 55分45秒
- Availability: In Stock
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¥2,970円
- Ex Tax: ¥2,700円
- Price in reward points: 2700
Disclaimer: The storyline in this text is fictional.I purchased this prisoner at an auction because her prison uniform was particularly captivating.
Her entire body was encased in an orange latex suit, seamlessly covering her from head to toe, including her head.
The mouth area was tightly bound by a latex gag, detachable for feeding, but her hands, wrapped in mittens, rendered her unable to remove it herself.
The auction house fitted her with a collar and handcuffs, restricting her movements significantly, and placed her in a cage for delivery to my home.
Accompanying her were various items: a vibrator, an insertable vibrating device, a breathing hood with only a few pinhole-sized openings, a gas mask, and other toys.I observed the female prisoner confined in the cage, lying quietly as if awaiting my commands.
Reaching into the cage, I touched her body. The prison suit felt both taut and soft, a peculiar sensation, warm with the heat of her body, incredibly pleasant to the touch.
As if a switch had been flipped, the prisoner began writhing, caressing her own body, and letting out muffled moans.Having watched her enough, I unlocked the cage and let her crawl out.
Her hood had only tiny holes at the nose for breathing, and a gentle press of my hand could cut off her air entirely.
I pressed her head into a pillow, stimulating her relentlessly with the vibrator. Her struggles grew stronger, and one hand was no longer enough to hold her down. I used my upper body to pin her head, preventing her from lifting it.
The insertable vibrator was equally entertaining—pressing the switch made her body tremble in response.I then inserted a massive dildo into her mouth, probing the depth of her throat. The sheer size nearly dislocated her jaw.
The prisoner gasped heavily, but the pinhole hood made every breath laborious.
At that moment, she called me "Master" and told me she wasn’t done playing.
I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of training this prisoner had undergone in prison.I continued with the vibrator, combining it with the insertable device for a dual assault, driving her to climax.
Her chained body could only struggle slightly, her arched back signaling she was at her peak. I noticed she stopped breathing entirely at the moment of climax.
After a brief pause in breathing, as the climax subsided, rapid breaths followed, causing the pinhole hood to expand and contract sharply.
However, this rapid breathing didn’t provide much oxygen, so she switched to deep, forceful breaths, the hood clinging tightly to her mouth, even outlining the shape of her teeth.After removing her hood, the prisoner was utterly exhausted. I unchained her, allowing her temporary freedom of movement.
She groped her way to my side, snuggling into my arms. I, too, was tired from playing, and we fell asleep together on the couch.When I woke, the prisoner was sitting in front of me, wearing a gas mask with two tubes connected to water-filled negative-pressure bottles on her back.
Each breath produced a gurgling sound. I pressed the switch for the insertable device at her crotch, and as her body trembled, she began servicing me with her hands.
Her latex-gloved hands, still retaining some air, provided an enveloping sensation—a truly unprecedented experience.
Her entire body was encased in an orange latex suit, seamlessly covering her from head to toe, including her head.
The mouth area was tightly bound by a latex gag, detachable for feeding, but her hands, wrapped in mittens, rendered her unable to remove it herself.
The auction house fitted her with a collar and handcuffs, restricting her movements significantly, and placed her in a cage for delivery to my home.
Accompanying her were various items: a vibrator, an insertable vibrating device, a breathing hood with only a few pinhole-sized openings, a gas mask, and other toys.I observed the female prisoner confined in the cage, lying quietly as if awaiting my commands.
Reaching into the cage, I touched her body. The prison suit felt both taut and soft, a peculiar sensation, warm with the heat of her body, incredibly pleasant to the touch.
As if a switch had been flipped, the prisoner began writhing, caressing her own body, and letting out muffled moans.Having watched her enough, I unlocked the cage and let her crawl out.
Her hood had only tiny holes at the nose for breathing, and a gentle press of my hand could cut off her air entirely.
I pressed her head into a pillow, stimulating her relentlessly with the vibrator. Her struggles grew stronger, and one hand was no longer enough to hold her down. I used my upper body to pin her head, preventing her from lifting it.
The insertable vibrator was equally entertaining—pressing the switch made her body tremble in response.I then inserted a massive dildo into her mouth, probing the depth of her throat. The sheer size nearly dislocated her jaw.
The prisoner gasped heavily, but the pinhole hood made every breath laborious.
At that moment, she called me "Master" and told me she wasn’t done playing.
I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of training this prisoner had undergone in prison.I continued with the vibrator, combining it with the insertable device for a dual assault, driving her to climax.
Her chained body could only struggle slightly, her arched back signaling she was at her peak. I noticed she stopped breathing entirely at the moment of climax.
After a brief pause in breathing, as the climax subsided, rapid breaths followed, causing the pinhole hood to expand and contract sharply.
However, this rapid breathing didn’t provide much oxygen, so she switched to deep, forceful breaths, the hood clinging tightly to her mouth, even outlining the shape of her teeth.After removing her hood, the prisoner was utterly exhausted. I unchained her, allowing her temporary freedom of movement.
She groped her way to my side, snuggling into my arms. I, too, was tired from playing, and we fell asleep together on the couch.When I woke, the prisoner was sitting in front of me, wearing a gas mask with two tubes connected to water-filled negative-pressure bottles on her back.
Each breath produced a gurgling sound. I pressed the switch for the insertable device at her crotch, and as her body trembled, she began servicing me with her hands.
Her latex-gloved hands, still retaining some air, provided an enveloping sensation—a truly unprecedented experience.