Kitty King – From the Desperate Struggle-Files of a Super-Hot Girl Detective in Lots of Peril
Forcibly accosted (the only way to accost, we feel) while snooping around a frightful manner, busty apple pie Kitty gets grabbed and bent over a workbench with her wrists now bound. A fiercely pulled, the thick dirty yellow cloth is bound excruciatingly tightly around her vulnerable gob. She is totally overwhelmed by it too, as you might imagine. Roughing her up some more, he binds her ankles. Truly hot white Converse and blue jeans action – then throws the wriggling, silenced beauty over his shoulder and carries her across his darkened workshop. There, under the glare of a lamp, the struggling agent is secured VERY firmly, arms overhead. Her tight jeans-clad legs bound at the ankle and thigh, she squirms hotly, having had her tits given some good old squeezes. To humiliate her even more, the baddie yanks her tight top up and has another grope of her bra-clad cleavage.
Gag talking her chagrin, the tied-up gal is left to twist and twine on her rope. It’s incredibly sexy but then, you’ll intuitively know that. If ever a chick looked great sporting a serious cloth cleave, it’s this one… Her clingy black top now backs down, she is spanked and mauled and told that soon she will be stashed in his garden shed! The guy knows others will come looking, and decides that moving the mmmmmpppphhhhhing girl out there is a good plan! He’s right, as even now, Base is aware of Kitty’s status as captured. They just have to find the ‘napped babe! Race against the clock!
Later conveyed, again most roughly for the poor tartlet, again over his shoulder, the onscreen white cleave savaged Kitty is bundled off to that shed. She squirms mightily, as resistant as she is able to be, but he has tied her way too tight. Wrestling the feisty captive into an arse-thrusting (her, not him, you’ll be glad to know) hog lashing, the hapless heroine writhes and deals with her mega tight cloth gag. That’s it for her now. Stashed away out here, brutally hog bound, her elbows numbed by more of that great brown Japanese rope we can’t at present remember the name off. Jute, is it? Write in, and let us know if you think you’re hard enough!
