Latex Biohazard Doll Dog
- Brand: Studio Bling
- Model K9_015
- Video Size: 1920×1080
- Data size: 1.07 GB
- Video Time: 1時間 20秒
- Availability: In Stock
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¥2,420円
- Ex Tax: ¥2,200円
- Price in reward points: 2200
I got a new set of gear, aiming to create a completely fresh image for a humanoid dog.
Unfortunately, the latex K9 suit was poorly sized this time and needs further improvement.
The silicone biohazard dog head was quite intriguing, blending pet play with a gas mask aesthetic.
Wearing the K9 suit, Shigu struggled to move due to the ill fit, with knee and elbow pads constantly slipping, leaving her arms and legs bruised.
Yet, when the short-limbed puppy sat on the sofa, she looked like a plush toy—seemingly adorable, but concealing a bound girl inside.
After crawling around, maintaining balance became a heavy burden. She couldn’t stand upright on her own or even pounce onto me easily.
Feeling a bit sorry for the puppy, I lifted her onto the sofa and rewarded her with a special massage.
The puppy’s inner layer consisted of a KIG skin and latex hood, so stimulation through the skin wasn’t enough. I carried her to a restraint chair, watching her short limbs flail on it.
Soon, the fucking machine was set up, and the dog head was connected to a breathing tube linked to an electric valve. I held two remotes—one controlling pleasure, the other pain.
The puppy went through multiple orgasms like this, but I wasn’t fully satisfied. I removed the dog head, and Shigu suddenly got direct air, her state easing considerably.
But soon after, I tightly wrapped cling film around her mouth and nose, plunging her back into oxygen deprivation while turning on the vibrator and fucking machine.
In complete asphyxiation, Shigu’s survival instinct kicked in. She repeatedly opened her jaw, stretching a tiny gap in the cling film to suck in slivers of air, a deeply painful process requiring desperate deep breaths to sustain life.
As the cling film stretched wider, I removed it and rewrapped it more tightly and securely. Though she could still create a small gap, it was much smaller than before.
After maintaining a minimal air intake, I put the head shell back on, turning her into a humanoid dog doll, preserving her beautiful appearance without a trace of pain.
The fucking machine’s rhythm completely disrupted her breathing. The already faint airflow was further blocked by the head shell, and her breaths grew fewer until, at one point, there was no sound or movement.
Later, Shigu said she was too exhausted from gasping, so for a while, she gave up struggling and embraced the oxygenless stimulation, trusting I’d save her.
Indeed, after I lifted her head shell and tore through the cling film, her usual breathing sounds returned, like the feeling of being reborn.
Unfortunately, the latex K9 suit was poorly sized this time and needs further improvement.
The silicone biohazard dog head was quite intriguing, blending pet play with a gas mask aesthetic.
Wearing the K9 suit, Shigu struggled to move due to the ill fit, with knee and elbow pads constantly slipping, leaving her arms and legs bruised.
Yet, when the short-limbed puppy sat on the sofa, she looked like a plush toy—seemingly adorable, but concealing a bound girl inside.
After crawling around, maintaining balance became a heavy burden. She couldn’t stand upright on her own or even pounce onto me easily.
Feeling a bit sorry for the puppy, I lifted her onto the sofa and rewarded her with a special massage.
The puppy’s inner layer consisted of a KIG skin and latex hood, so stimulation through the skin wasn’t enough. I carried her to a restraint chair, watching her short limbs flail on it.
Soon, the fucking machine was set up, and the dog head was connected to a breathing tube linked to an electric valve. I held two remotes—one controlling pleasure, the other pain.
The puppy went through multiple orgasms like this, but I wasn’t fully satisfied. I removed the dog head, and Shigu suddenly got direct air, her state easing considerably.
But soon after, I tightly wrapped cling film around her mouth and nose, plunging her back into oxygen deprivation while turning on the vibrator and fucking machine.
In complete asphyxiation, Shigu’s survival instinct kicked in. She repeatedly opened her jaw, stretching a tiny gap in the cling film to suck in slivers of air, a deeply painful process requiring desperate deep breaths to sustain life.
As the cling film stretched wider, I removed it and rewrapped it more tightly and securely. Though she could still create a small gap, it was much smaller than before.
After maintaining a minimal air intake, I put the head shell back on, turning her into a humanoid dog doll, preserving her beautiful appearance without a trace of pain.
The fucking machine’s rhythm completely disrupted her breathing. The already faint airflow was further blocked by the head shell, and her breaths grew fewer until, at one point, there was no sound or movement.
Later, Shigu said she was too exhausted from gasping, so for a while, she gave up struggling and embraced the oxygenless stimulation, trusting I’d save her.
Indeed, after I lifted her head shell and tore through the cling film, her usual breathing sounds returned, like the feeling of being reborn.