He yanked me out and removed the bag from my head. This time, he carried a shovel. Porn He approached me and I could see the cruel glint in his eyes through his hooded mask. He finished quickly, allowing me to move to the next. I was beyond exhausted, but sheer willpower drove me forward. Time lost its meaning in that room. I was still naked and barefoot, my skin raw and aching from the constant abuse. I was a natural redhead with light freckles, perky B cup tits, and a fiery landing strip. He squeezed my tits, fingered my pussy, and even poked at my ass hole. I focused on the details—the cold metal of the cuffs biting into my wrists, the rough texture of the concrete beneath my feet,




















