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Gretta was doing her training as usual. She actively did all the exercises to keep her body in shape. I'm stretching, she didn't notice how the maniac Fiddler crept up behind her. He asked for it from behind on an unsuspecting girl and twisted her, tied her tightly to a beam near which she had just been doing exercises. Screams escaped her lips, but no one could hear them except the merciless Fiddler. But Fiddler was an unusual maniac, he was a fetishist who loved women's tummies. G...
We are open to create custom clips with your fetish. Feel free to contact us (email is above).
Gretta was doing her training as usual. She actively did all the exercises to keep her body in shape. I'm stretching, she didn't notice how the maniac Fiddler crept up behind her. He asked for it from behind on an unsuspecting girl and twisted her, tied her tightly to a beam near which she had just been doing exercises. Screams escaped her lips, but no one could hear them except the merciless Fiddler. But Fiddler was an unusual maniac, he was a fetishist who loved women's tummies. Gretta's naked, defenseless tummy excited him. At this moment, Gretta is consumed with a maelstrom of emotions - fear, pain, and betrayal. Her heart pounds in her chest as she realizes the danger she's in, and she can't help but scream, her voice echoing in the empty space around her. Despite the terror coursing through her veins, she feels a sharp, stinging pain as the maniac, Fiddler, begins to spank her exposed belly. Each strike leaves a burning sensation, and she can feel her skin growing red and tender under his merciless blows. The cruel of her navel is a particular source of anguish. It's a sensitive, intimate part of her body, and Fiddler's twisted fascination with it only heightens her fear and disgust. As he thrusts his fingers inside her, she feels a sense of invasion and cruel that is almost too much to bear. The dilator only intensifies this feeling, and she can feel herself growing weaker and more helpless with each passing moment. The shovel striking her belly is a new level of pain, and she can feel herself growing more and more disoriented as the blows continue. The red stripes that begin to form on her skin are a painful reminder of her captor's cruelty, and she can feel herself slipping away as the pain becomes too much to bear. Finally, the vacuum pump is brought out, and Gretta feels a sense of despair wash over her as she realizes that there is no escape from this nightmare. The sensation of the pump sucking at her navel is almost unbearable, and she can feel herself growing weaker and more helpless with each passing moment. The pain is indescribable, and she can feel herself losing consciousness as the world around her fades to black.