From the shadows, the sound of a soft clang is heard. Katie feels the cold touch of steel on her wrists as he closes the restraints. Milf sex The Red Head steps into it hesitantly, but with a slight lustful gleam in her eye. She reaches up as he pulls her hair, trying to get some sort of relief from the tough and sharp pain on her head. Soon he walks out of sight into the shadows. Her grindings become more and rougher as she reaches down and takes Katie’s hair into her fists, forcing her toward her clit. The soft red curls of hairs lightly tickle Katie’s thigh as her tongue begins to dart in and out of her pussy lips. The Red Head’s voice, cracked and broken from so many nights of crying and sobbing, echoes in the chamber of horrors. Katie licks with more urgency in the hopes of getting air. A collar circles her neck as she hesitantly approaches Katie, being directed by The Man.
