My dear pendulum of mine is the luckiest table of doom around as yet again, has another beauty in despair cuffed and tightly stretched across the cold metal of doom. Carissa Dumond has a tight cleavegag filling her mouth and her body is glistening from head to toe from the babyoil that was forcably rubbed on her. Her armpits, tits, stomach, belly, thighs, and calves all shine so bright from the lights above. The pendulum starts to swing as her reaction becomes more worrisome as it lowers oh so slowly. She is bound to the point of no escape as she contemplates her predicament. Her eyes and h... Show more