Renee – Psycho Chef Gets Called in to Save Monty’s Restaurant from Ruin – SHE is Kept on Ice While He’s Gone!! (Borderlands Bound)
Renowned ‘nude critic’ Renee, she really should have known better than to sneak into the gloomy old manse currently occupied by Sir Ian McPekingDuck, aka, You Know Who. This madman has just a few nights past had dinner with his 2082nd captive maiden but if we know anything about his ass it’s that he is always, ALWAYS, hungry for more. So, it’s perfect timing when this beautiful naked woman, tried to catch him off-guard (as most top critics will) in order to find out a little more about these sinister ‘dinners’.
Inside the creepy house, we kick straight in with the lovely interloper, in her pretty, trademark golden slippers snooping around and clearly running into big trouble, with the QUICKNESS…
The naked lady struggles indignantly, this latest overcome beauty to fall prey to that most Psychotic of Chefs. He’s trussing her up securely (the naughty little madam just will not quit her wiggling) up in an attic room. Bound hand and foot, he silences that insolent mouth with a thick, VERY tightly pulled, green bandana, in da style of a cleave!! Urgent grumblings are taken down more than a notch, but boy does she still try and yelp on occasion and never stops fighting her strict hemp restraints. If it’s one thing the Chef knows though, it’s how to tie up girls. So she’s staying! And a jolly good swat or several on that firm backside of hers, confirms!
With that, Miss Renee (mmmmmm) is left writhing on the carpet, the Chef returns with oils and spices and gets to work on luncheon. Thus she is abandoned to have a good old struggle and the beauty does so, as always, deliciously playing up to it her usual zest.
Later, and ‘tis time to move the maiden! In the kitchen, she is bound up hogstyle, a thick, juicy lemon slammed into her pie guzzler. Oh, we LIKE this… And does this comely young thing ever work that kitchen counter top!
Uurrrrmmmppphhhh!!!
Outraged, and with her strange gag packed in good and tight between her teeth, the delightfully frustrated, fruit-stuffed hottie won’t stay silent, so he stuffs her mouth with a pink washcloth – upon learning he must dash orrfff to Monty’s – and cleave gags it in tightly enough to cross her eyes with his own tie!! Humiliated and helpless, the sleuthing nude critic (interesting) twists around in her stringent hogtie, her feet just perfect (oh – sole -mio) and her big toes twined together with string. What a treat those tasty feet are too, all wiggling about and stuff…
As the naked captive bounces up and down, she gag talks a lot, often fixing us with those incredible eyes of hers. Having failed at her mission today (don’t feel too bad, Dear, they all do) she simmers behind her big gag, chewing on that and grinding her hard bod into that cool granite. It’s all so astonishingly hot, especially when she swishes her spanked arse around. Lightly… reddened…. Young Missy? Oh, DO keep struggling and mumbling for us, won’t you? We simply cannot get enough. Good luck at Monty’s, by the way, Sir Ian. You’ll do fine!
