Just like the steel floor-bar behind her, they looked out of place, betrayed from the broken tiles around them. Even its straps were indestructible, made of metal rather than leather. Bokep indo “Finally!” she thought. “No drop”, the woman said again and fed the bottle again. A nice, yellow man-made vinegar down the hatch or dripping down her tits. Two more metal rings, the diameter of a large orange, had been placed over her exposed, plump breasts, and locked shut. “Customer satisfaction” is relevant, after all. Only thing heard in the empty parking lot were the kicks of Hayley’s heeled feet, pounding against the back of his sit. That’s not her name. hopefully the woman’s hands. The middle-aged woman would then clean her with a sponge and a bucket of soapy water. Hayley’s legs began trembling – she had never had anything or anyone visit the back-door.
