“Cold chap?” Sir asks as the prisoner’s back becomes into contact with the unforgiving metal web. Arms dressed in close smutty gloves Mister reddens the prisoner’s thoracic cage with a rapid barrage of thuddy blasts. Just as the prisoner is nicely and warmed up Sir became to face-fucking his mug until revolving him around to bash his arse. He tickles the jailed to get him to open up the angles for his ensuing string of assails. slave boy
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